Line’s backed-up out in the corral. The time to increase capacity in the universal holding cabinet is NOW. MORE. These mouths can’t feed themselves; cattle don’t move themselves. Somebody turn off that damn timer. The line’s out the door, since about back in the 20th Century. burgers. fries. punk. love. tape hiss.
San Antonio radio personality and Cracker Barrel commentator Allan Dale, on manure: “..but it’s two billion tons of manure a year, and that’s quite a pile!…I think I’ll take out some stock in the shovel companies, cause in the near future we’ll all be shoveling the stuff just to keep it from covering us all.”
We could all do well to hold back our excesses and exercises in redundancy (see: meat industry; music market). Alas, there is great romance in burgers and in fries, in hissed-out punk. And yes, there is great romance in…love. To keep it cracker-barrel, simple tastes sate great appetites. Want some more? “If it ain’t broke…” Some fries with that? “It’s the simple things…” Another day, another burger. ‘Cause you gotta eat something.
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