All-You-Can-Choke-Down
So I'm in San Antonio today shopping for clothes to wear to a friend's wedding this weekend, and I decide to grab lunch at my favorite chinese buffet place: Chopsticks. The place is awesome. Five buffet tables plus a grill where some guy was firing up fish, egg foo young, shiskabobs, and who knows what else. While I was constructing my second mammoth plate of food, a man next to me said, "I wish my wife cooked like this." I asked him if he also meant this much.
But the strange thing about me and Chopsticks is that although there's a huge array of food, I almost always get the same thing. I'll first put a bed of white rice on my plate, then throw on some beef and broccoli, general chicken, pepper steak, and then maybe some noodles to top it off. I rarely vary from that formula. If I'm feeling particularly daring, I might get an egg roll. Once I'm almost stuffed, I'll cram a slice of chocolate cheesecake down my throat, ask for the ticket, and then wobble out of there. Such was the case today.
And that reminds me. A friend once told me to add "in bed" to the end of the fortune in your cookie. Mine today was something like "You have a way of charming with words." In bed, of course.
Try that with your next fortune cookie. It's hilarious.
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