Some of you Red-Staters may wonder what it is we Blue
Liberal Media-Running Elites do during a snowstorm while you people are busy
going to your jobs that require you to go in on days when all signs suggest that
leaving ones home is a ticket to ones own funeral. This is what we do (every
damn day, mind you, but I had time in between synchronizing all my Movodos and
checking on my stocks to photograph this particular snowy days events)
We eat this:
And because I know you don’t know what it is, you
slack-jawed slob, I’ve labeled it. In wording I believe is befitting to the
card-carrying NRA members of the board.
Now I ask you to stop looking at my table. I almost regret
posting it just knowing that unworthy eyes may be gruffly having their way with
my table and its contents.
You may be thinking that we are pretentious for having
chopsticks for our caviar and you would be right…but you would also be smacked
and called an amateur. Would you have us use silver and oxidize the caviar? I’ll
bet you would. Which is why you weren’t invited.
I’ve already taken too long, I must return to my Grey Goose
martinis (which I keep on New Yorker coasters) so that I might continue to read
what my buddies have written in the New York Times while listening to NPR and
slowly tugging on my scrotum to Seymour Hirsh pieces.
Posted by PatboyX
