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I went to lunch a few days ago at one of my favorite BBQ Joints called "Memphis Minnies, located on "Haight" Street in Haight Ashbury. The food is so good it makes my fat ass wanna cry. I ordered the Pork Sandwich, Fries, and lots of beer.......If you've never seen a grown man cry, follow me to Minnies. The food is that good.
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As most of you already know, I love to eat. I don't much care that I'm a fat slob as long as my belly is full at all times. If any of you Mindsay Bloggers live in or near San Francisco, please visit Memphis Minnies for some of the best BBQ you'll ever eat.
After lunch I went to "City Lights" bookstore on Columbus St.....the bookstore is owned by a friend of Jack Kerouac's. It's a great bookstore, one of my favorites. I will drive into the city just to buy a book from them instead of the large Chains.....Fuck em, I like the Independent book sellers. There are three things in life that put a smile on my face more than anything else....they are food, books, and great coffee.....Ooopps, I forgot beer. I suppose I love to fart most of all.
There is nothing like letting a really loud fart after a big meal, especially if it's a long wet one. People shouldn't fall asleep around me because I am known for putting my big fat crack in their face, and farting while they snooze. I did it to my younger brother one time, and I thought he was gonna kill me. He jumped up off the couch where he had been napping and chased me around the house calling me a "fucking sick bastard", and said "he would kill me if he got his hands on me". LOL
Another time I was at a friends house watching movies with him when the skinny fucker fell asleep on his sofa. He started snoring so loud I couldn't hear the dialogue in the movie....and there is nothing worse than missing dialogue during a good movie. The more he snored the madder I got.
After about ten minutes of listening to him snore, I had had enough! I walked over to the jackass and dropped my pants so the fart would be louder, and smell real good in his bespeckled face. I let loose with a mighty roar. The son of a bitch woke up and screamed bloody murder. The dude thought I was trying to have sex with him after he saw my dropped drawers.
I said, "WHAT DID YOU SAY FUCK-BOY"......Oh No, Chevy don't swing that way".....I blew a fart in his face again, but this time I actually sat on his face, but not putting my full weight down on him. The second fart was mightier than the first one and smelled ten times worse..........My friend Glenn who is no longer my friend...LOL....said "he'd kill me too if he ever got the chance".
The moral of this story is..........DO NOT fucking fall asleep anywhere near me if you snore, grind your teeth, talk in your sleep, or are just annoying while I am trying to watch a movie....because I don't care who you are.....I will fart in your fucking face!
