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"But I dare say my fellow, it was 7-11 pizza

  • "But I dare say my fellow, it was 7-11 pizza wasn't it? A sort of Carb-laden greasy circular slab of adipose generating pie, made by non-Italians and a heat lamp. Right old chap?"
  • The Zagat’s intern slowly regained consciousness. “Ugh, the things I’m forced to consume: pizza, pretzels, late-night breakfast burritos. Can I but ONCE eat at a snooty joint where
  • she-crab soup and shrimp and grits and outrageously delicious cocktails are served?" Zagat's relented and sent their intern to POOGAN'S PORCH in Charleston, SC (shameless plug).
  • i stopped typing the next fold. POOGAN'S PORCH? (of Charleston, SC fame) I LOVE THAT PLACE! I hopped into my Mazda 3 and drove the 1320 miles for their she-crab soup. I arrived
  • at my destination. It had been far too long since I beheld the gran entrance and extravagant gates of Poogan's Porch. I rubbed my hands together, excited for what was to come.
  • Poogan had gained even more weight since my last visit. Sitting in the cantilevered swing he greeted me with a quaking belly laugh. "Skinny as a rake you are! Set down for victuals
  • and sweetmeats!" I obliged, subtly dropping the pill into Poogan's mead as I sat. "Tell me of the White Trail" said Poogan. "Is it passable?" Looking him in the eye, I raised my cu
  • p as a toast, inviting Poogan to drink up. I downed my mead & watched as Poogan did the same. "Ah, the White Trail," I began, watching for signs that the drug was working. Poogan's
  • face looked fine. Meanwhile my cheeks began to swell. The room, wavy & green. Did I unwittingly slip it in my own mead? Tiny suction cups sprouting on my skin indicated Yes. Poogan
  • Dietz laughed and laughed. I laughed and laughed and slapped myself silly with my own tendril, which became stuck. "Ehh, ennh, get it off!" I cried. The laughing continued.

2 Comments

  1. 49erFaithful Apr 12 2014 @ 09:29

    With a name like that, maybe he should have told him of the Brown Trail. Ba dum dump.

  2. jefforama May 05 2014 @ 19:21

    Poogan was a dog. He haunts the restaurant to this day, looking for scraps of food. http://www.poogansporch.com/the-story/

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