FOOD CHAMPIONS!
That's right, I was waited on tonight by DOUG, FOOD CHAMPION.
I wanna be a champion of food!
Taco Bell, I don't wanna make fun of you incessantly because I love your tacos. But you just make it sooooo darn easy.
(2) If anybody's in the neighborhood of the Mother Hubbard's Cupboard on 18th Ave. in Rock Island over by Longview Park, check out the front counter. They're now selling stylish DO-RAGS at the counter. Classy, eh? But it gets better. When you think do-rags, you usually think: Gangsta. Thug. Rebel. Dangerous. If I was running Acme Do-Rag Inc., I'd probably try and capitalize on that theme for marketing purposes, right? At least to a tactful degree. Well then, explain to me WHY the do-rags on sale at MoHu's come with the picture they do on the cover. I can't... words just can't describe it, you've gotta stop in and see it for yourself. But the dude on the front of the package looks like... ummm... he's really excited because tickets for Cher just went on sale. Or perhaps he's auditioning for La Cage Aux Falles. It is, without doubt, THE most inappropriate picture imaginable to sell do-rags to wayward Rock Islanders. You've just got to see it.
ADDENDUM: In fact, here it is:
It makes me want to write a musical, "I've Got a Spanky New Du-Rag!"
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