This is the chorizo at the Ranch Market at 16th Street and Roosevelt:
I don’t want to see that they make with bull testicles.
You know the kind of place: the table is still sticky after it is washed, the condiment bottles have petrified ketchup/mustard on them and the top of the salt and peppers shakers are dented? I’m okay with all that, but why on TOP of all that do I always get a fork that I have to perform some sort of Uri Geller manipulation on before it can actually be considered to be useful as an eating utensil?
Okay, most people are probably too young to remember the great truckin’ and CB radio era in the late 1970’s, but that was the joke in the subject line. Check it out:
Unlike the Scottsdale-ians who give lip service to being green while driving around in their Land Rovers, we LIVE IT in downtown Phoenix.
Nothing like when a marginally-maintained lawnmower is fired up for its first work of the morning. Why are there no emissions requirements on these things, and why the HELL are leaf blowers even ALLOWED in this town??? Are there lots of leaves? All they do is create dust, pollution and noise and just move the crap to your neighbors yard, who just blows it back unto yours when it is his turn…