A Word From The Future: Of everything from early in this blog's life, this HAS to be the most inexplicable. I must've been hella bored that day.
With so many better fast food joints nearby, I'll never understand why Jim still likes to drag us to the mostly meatless Taco Bell so relatively often. Today's lunch was particularly hellish. We'd had no reason to suspect so much business at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon, but....ughhh. Some chick was in there with, like, fifteen or so kindergarten-aged children. I don't know the story behind this. Is she some sort of babysitter who wanted to partially pass on her paid duties to the general quasi-Mexican-eating public? Is she a teacher and am I witnessing one of the lamest field trips ever? Did this woman devour a truckload of fertility meds six years ago and shove out a load of pentadecatuplets? At any rate it was awful and the children are being raised so terribly today and when did they stop having manners back in my day if you didn't have manners your parents beat them into you with a frying pan and we had to walk to school and it was uphill both ways and the snow was up to *gestures toward his neck* here!
As is generally true, Taco Bell likes playing terrible music. It encourages diners to hurry through their eating and get out of the wretched establishment more quickly, as per their fastness-based business model. One of the not-good songs they were playing in there today was Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream". Now, it seems all the professional music critics seem to like it because it's sweet and earnest and what-have-you - "Isn't young love just beautiful? Surely nothing purer than sexual intercourse wherein neither of the participants is legal!" - but, oy, I just couldn't get over the fact that it's a song that is apparently quite literally about fucking some dude solely because he's a brainless grovelling sycophant. How romantique! (Also, I'm bitching about a song that was released over half a year ago, I believe. How timely!) "He thinks I'm funny when I get the punchline wrong," notes Katy Perry. I suppose that this is not at all surprising to me, since pretty much her entire career is based on people lying to her about having talent. At any rate, I guess I should just take it as a victory that she wrote a song whose basis is neither lazy contrived homophobia or lazy contrived lady homoerotica.
So Mr. "Ephoebophilia is just fine" ranting about love where both of the participants aren't legal?
ReplyDeleteAnd there's a reason why Jim brings you to Taco Bell: it's cheap. I mean cheap cheap cheap.
Like Bill Maher said..."What do you expect for a taco that costs less than a pack of gum? There's a reason taco spelled backwards is 'o, cat.'"
"Understandable" ≠ "just fine". And Jim tends to order not-so-cheap things for himself like the chicken quesadillas anyhow.
ReplyDeleteI don't really like Mexican food a lot anyhow.
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