Post by DougKendig on Dec 18, 2007 13:53:34 GMT -5
Buddy of mine (who shall remain nameless) was messin in my kitchen one day....
I says "Dude, what the hell are doin?"
Lil background: This cat was sittin in Mickey D's with half a double cheesburger hangin outta his mug when two cops rode down on him for receiveing stolen property. Seems the dinner he was chowin down on just got paid for by his girlfriend's hot check and the manager dropped a dime on him. (Yeah, I thought the story sounded a lil off the wall too)
but anyway, he's in my kitchen diggin out this weird combination of stuff... it goes like this...
Big Gym's Jailhhouse Breakdown
2 pkgs ramen noodles (toss the flavor packets in the circular file)
1 can of Armor chili
1/2 lb of brick cheeze (All I had was colby. Prolly be better with Velveeta)
Jalapenos from home
Ritz from a rest stop
and somewhere to nuke it til it glows
He soaks the ramen noodles (after crushing them in the bag - while cursing of course) Drains the noodles and dumps in the can of chili (after opening it using his boot and a teasp oon - still cursing "that stupid b**tch")
Then he rubs the brick cheeze against the tire treads on his boot and grates the cheeze, dumps in some TWANG from a half empty jar of sliced Jalepenos (leftover from my last batch of soupbeans, effectively wiping out my stash of TWANG) Then dumps the whole mess in the microwave and settting it to KILL.
after the radiation level drops to something just shy of lockjaw, he's mixin it all up with the sp-oon he used to opened the can of chili with.. and ploppin the mix onto a Ritz... He's like "here dude, check this S**t out!"
Now, I aint tellin ya to recreate the scene here, but, I gotta admit, it aint half bad. The meal feeds two grown men and costs about $3. ...and the moral of the story is, if your ol' lady pays for the trip to Mickey D's with a hot check, it's 3 to 15 unless you can wolf it down before the evidence team shows up.
-Cheers
[Agent:1]
I says "Dude, what the hell are doin?"
Lil background: This cat was sittin in Mickey D's with half a double cheesburger hangin outta his mug when two cops rode down on him for receiveing stolen property. Seems the dinner he was chowin down on just got paid for by his girlfriend's hot check and the manager dropped a dime on him. (Yeah, I thought the story sounded a lil off the wall too)
but anyway, he's in my kitchen diggin out this weird combination of stuff... it goes like this...
Big Gym's Jailhhouse Breakdown
2 pkgs ramen noodles (toss the flavor packets in the circular file)
1 can of Armor chili
1/2 lb of brick cheeze (All I had was colby. Prolly be better with Velveeta)
Jalapenos from home
Ritz from a rest stop
and somewhere to nuke it til it glows
He soaks the ramen noodles (after crushing them in the bag - while cursing of course) Drains the noodles and dumps in the can of chili (after opening it using his boot and a teasp oon - still cursing "that stupid b**tch")
Then he rubs the brick cheeze against the tire treads on his boot and grates the cheeze, dumps in some TWANG from a half empty jar of sliced Jalepenos (leftover from my last batch of soupbeans, effectively wiping out my stash of TWANG) Then dumps the whole mess in the microwave and settting it to KILL.
after the radiation level drops to something just shy of lockjaw, he's mixin it all up with the sp-oon he used to opened the can of chili with.. and ploppin the mix onto a Ritz... He's like "here dude, check this S**t out!"
Now, I aint tellin ya to recreate the scene here, but, I gotta admit, it aint half bad. The meal feeds two grown men and costs about $3. ...and the moral of the story is, if your ol' lady pays for the trip to Mickey D's with a hot check, it's 3 to 15 unless you can wolf it down before the evidence team shows up.
-Cheers
[Agent:1]