Not A Rose...

Let me say right off, this is not a typical post of mine. But it is also very me.

I was having a strange dream about a mega-blog meet, where different regions of the country had seperate meets at local bars, and were broadcasting live to the rest of the groups via a system similar to the trivia games that are found in bars. Only we were all able to see each other, as we spewed our bullshit. Anyway, the dream isn't the important part of this post... it's how I woke up that counts.

I woke up craving steak, but not just any old steak. I wanted a filet mignon, rare/medium, with garlic and pepper. I woke up tasting it, I wanted it so bad.

I couldn't understand why I wanted that specific meal, until I ascended to the throne for my daily rule. As the little fella on the way started speaking, I caught a whiff of the previews, and knew exactly what had set it off! The farts smelled just like steak!

Applebee's southwest chicken, nachos, salsa, pizza, and a brownie... all necessary for a faux steak. Funny how the body works.

BTW, no... I did not eat it, though a lesser person may have been tempted to take a slice off the loaf.

It smelled that good...

Posted by That 1 Guy at January 17, 2006 09:03 AM