Im getting really hungry waitin for lunch

Im getting really hungry waitin for lunch to start im going to eat...

little more salt, because the meat is so bland. However, that might taste weird with the chocolate ice cream, so I took a moment to think before adding on some more

chocolate instead. Then I added a little more. And some more. The combination of chocolate, fudge, ice cream, and meat made me think about

about the Epicureans and mud baths. To me Gluttony was a work of art. A symphony of pleasures. I was the conductor. I'd spent a year's salary creating the ouvre

louvre ors'douvre. Then my wife at it in two quick bites, with all the force of twelve angry nuns rampaging on a cardboard cutout of Mel Torme. Areebadeeby doobadabba ompopadopple!

was not on the menu, but I ordered it anyway. The waiter left in a huff and began to shout incoherently at the cook. Looking out the window, I noticed a woman with a Min-Pin and

a Chanel bag walking by. She looked up, at though at me. It was rather eerie. My dish arrived, no doubt not without a lot of spittle in it. I proceeded to eat it calmly anyway.

I wasn't about to let her see that I was unnerved, What's a little spittle in my soup anyway? Her eerie stare became more intense. I leaned back and smiled at her, trying to prove

my nonchalance. My heart pounded furiously as I tucked my napkin under my chin & picked up the soup spoon. But then...the unthinkable happened. The apocalypse. My salvation!