I’m Tired

We are going to talk about chicken and waffles.

I’m not sure if this is an LA thing or not. I’m told that this is sort of a New York thing too. But I’m not sure how aware people are of this shit in between those 2 places. 
All I know is that I’ve spent the vast majority of my life in LA, and theres this place thats joked about quite frequently called Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. 
They serve, as you might imagine from the name, Fried Chicken and Waffles. 

I had never been there. I never knew anybody that had ever been there. It was just a place that I had heard about buried in LA that served a weird ass meal. 

The whole idea just seemed bizarre to me. Nothing about this combination of food seemed at all appetizing. I had just imagined that the only reason anybody ever went there was for the irony of eating this random combination of food, but that nobody really thought it was all that great. This was my opinion of Roscoe’s until this week. 

See, last week a bunch of us at work took an excursion to Phillipe’s for some sandwiches. This was done after I learned that a few people here had never been. The place is sort of an LA institution, and so it happened. After we had gone, 2 of the guys asked me if I had heard of this other “LA Institution” Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. 
They insisted that the food there was remarkable. That I had to go. That although it made no sense, Waffles combined with Fried Chicken was actually a remarkable combination. And that, in fact, I needed to go and get their chicken covered with gravy and onions and that it would be the best thing ever. 

Basically, I figured they were trying to kill me. Or they were just lying to me for a laugh. But they pushed it. I was told I had to go. That I’d love it. And so against my better judgment, we went. 

Holy shit people. I mean, Holy shit. 
I don’t know what they’ve done, but it’s like they managed to turn sunshine and rainbows into food. I imagine it was prepared by some sort of unicorn. 

It really isn’t worth the time of trying to explain why the hell this is something that works. As far as I see it, something like this could only have come from some dude looking in a refrigerator, seeing a plate of fried chicken and some waffles and saying “fuck it! I’m hungry.” 

It’s fucking magical people. MAGICAL! 

I suppose what I’m saying is that if somebody wants to give you fried chicken with gravy and some waffles, you should say Hell Yes. 

The End.

When they give you awesome stuff out of the blue.

And Moo is an awesome dude.

And thats why I get to play Little Big Planet.

I don’t have TIME for cake!

I could be this guy.

I know, I know.  I haven’t updated in about forever.  But I am still alive.  It’s been a very draining past few months you see.  I’m going to try and commit to writing here more often.

To make up for my laziness, here is a picture of a lion riding a horse.

No updates in a very long time.
It’s because I’ve been making this excellent game you see here.

Heres your update Mike.
Featuring The Final Countdown.

Its criminal that you’re not watching this show.
Also Will Arnet rules.

Great fucking show.

Here come clips, because Hulu Rocks it.

And the suggestive toy poses return.