Nah. He keeps bitching at me about my beard now. "That doesn't look good." "You look homeless." "When are you going to shave?" On the plus side, he hasn't mentioned dicks while I'm eating since I grew a beard. I'm thinking a Civil War beard may be coming up.
There are very few TB and KFCs around here now. They along with Burger King gets less popular and close more restaurants every year. American chains in general fail here. And we're seventy miles from the border. Applebee's, Hooters and Krispy Kreme closed their doors in less than 10 months in this town. Chik-Fila or however it's spelled might do good here. Chipotle too if the employees stop would putting their poop in the food.
My shawl is finished! (I know nobody cares.) Since food still seems to be the subject, my father-in-law saw my fb post about Brussels sprouts the other day and bought me a stalk at Sam's Club today. Clearly I'm his favorite.
I don't get it. Are there really that many people out there that have shitty (heh) constitutions that their intestines can't take Taco Bell? Or do I just happen to have bowels made out of cast iron? My current love is the crunchwrap supreme. I had one today, unexpectedly.
It's a Canadian thing. At Taco Bell here, they have cheese fries, chili cheese fries and fries supreme. And before you ask it is wonderful. As for poutine, you have to try it in Quebec, something about the proper cheese curds and the right gravy and it is wonderful.
Taco Bell was my favorite when I was a kid, but now I try to avoid for reasons that should be obvious. However, there are times when I can't pass it up when I want something cheap. My favorite things on their menu have always been the double decker tacos and chili cheese burritos, though they did away with the latter a few years ago.
I do believe Americans don't know what they're missing in Swiss Chalet. Goddamn son that's good middle-brow eating. Chicken n' Fries done right, sprinkled with the correct amount of evil.
It used to be a more popular chain here in the 90's. I remember there being a few of them down in Florida here and there. They kind of disappeared. Now Kenny Rogers Roasters was the shit back in the day.
No doubt were popular in Florida because the bluehairs LOVE THEMSELVES some Swiss Chalet up here. And lots of Canucks love to run out the clock in Florida.
I concur. If that shawl was wrapped around your otherwise naked boobies, I know I would care a great deal. At least for two minutes.
What a weekend... ...got the trailer home and spent most of today working on it; gutted the interior, stripped up the flooring (shitty lenolium on thin sheeting), pressure washed the interior 4 times (once high pressure to water jet everything loose, once soaking it in degreaser, then twice to rinse it), and took all that shit to the dump. It no longer smells of moldy biomass. Also ordered 5 gallons of tractor paint, and I should be good to spray the walls and ceiling John Deere Green Wednesday night. Then I'll fix the rotted flooring and re-sheath the whole thing and give it a coat of porch paint. Now time to get my drink on while dinner cooks. The starting point... the thing sat in a storage lot/field for 4 years in a rain forest. It was originally built in and for Texas, so "weather proofing" wasn't a concept. They didn't even use stainless screws on the outside, so all the screws rusted and weeped. You just can't smell the moldy biomass stench of this thing, or see just how soupy the top layer of flooring is... all gone to the dump now. The Shop Cat was supervising the entire process. Flooring was all semi-screwed and semi-stapled in place, and was a bitch to rip up. Glad that's over and done with. Pressure washing and degreasing all done... now I'll just let it dry, then go at it with the leaf blower to get all the last dust off of everything. I've got a 10L pressurized paint vessel that hooks up to the compressor for a cheap-ass but effective semi-airless paint spray system. Perfect for this job. The pressure washing exposed some problem areas which will have to be fixed before the floor goes down.
True story: I came this close to taking the bait. I even took a picture. Then I looked at the last picture I shared in the boobie thread. Damn. To quote Mark Twain, "comparison is the death of joy."