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16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?
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King, I expect that this lunch is your way of getting a good base for later. I can't deal with my guest all on my own, and expect to see your sated ass at happy hour.
Having said that, I might need to rethink my lunch plan of cottage cheese.
"Summer hours" here means that we get to leave at 3:00 on Fridays. Of course, this throws everything completely out of whack. Now, I'm the kind of fella who hates symmetry as a general rule. I go around the apartment tilting paintings and puting both green cushions on the same side of the couch. Oh, does that cause a ruckus in la casa de ludlam! But my wife's in Spain doing "dissertation research" (I hope that's not a euphamism for "blowing flamenco guitarists") for three months, and I think I may have acheived perfect assymmetry. Perpetual motion is next. Don't doubt me...I have the time...especially since the little lady told me that she's thinking about extending her trip to check out some "provincial archives" (matador cocks?). I'm also not cooking at all...it's been too hot. My apartment is 3rd floor with many south and west facing windows. No brown bags. I was never much of a brown bagger, anyway. I had a metal Star Wars lunch box in first grade. I also went through a Duke's of Hazzard and a GI Joe. John Schneider has my vote as the most attractive man in history, followed closely by Mark Grace. I also thought I broke my thumb playing 16" softball the other day. I even went to the doctor...it's just a sprain. I hate myself, but I did catch the ball. Ok, I have to say it. I'm skipping lunch today. I'm sorry. I had some orange juice this morning and coffee and a granola bar. I think I can make it until 3.
I've spent my morning working up my appetite by arguing with liberals.
As such, I'm thinking that I'm going to have the GOP Lunch of Champions, which of course, consists of babies.
Mmmmm... delicious babies...
Mmmm...Steak good.
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