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Sunday, July 6, 2008

Happy Birthday America!

Friday, I celebrated the anniversary of this fat and wonderful country by consuming over-processed animal flesh (mmmmmm flesh...) and a 6-pack of Woodchuck Cider while watching the fireworks on TV with friends. Isn't that the epitome of the American Way? At least that's what WALL-E taught me last weekend.

Tonight, I'm watching one of my fav. movies, "Elizabethtown" while chowing down on various cheese procured at the Pennsylvania Macaroni Company; Stelvio, Tillamook, and English Malt Whisky Cheddar. My favorite has to be the Stelvio -- while it smells like moldy jockstrap, it tastes heaven; creamy, aromatic, soft, and absolutely delicious (just don't inhale before you put it in your mouth....my favorite type of cheese).

Oh, and in case I haven't mentioned it, my biggest weakness, food-wise, is dairy. Ice cream, milk, cheese, sour cream, and even cheese curd will make me cream my jeans. If there were no dairy in the world or Iwere, god-forbid (please genuflect, knock on wood, spit on the ground, or something), lactose-intolerant, I think I'd probably be one miserable Scottie.

My point, and I don't have one, is I have nothing better to write about on a Sunday evening.

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At 7/08/2008 3:56 PM, Blogger ayem8y's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Didn’t you just love the Fat & Lazy narrative of WALL-E and the whole Buy’n Large (Walmart) world they live in? By the way I’m lactose intolerant, but it doesn’t stop me from consuming...I just don’t feel so good afterwards.


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