No escape
I fled to the Middle East to escape him. But no matter where I go, he follows me:
The truck was parked right in front of al-Manama supermarket, home of the lambs' brains.
More interesting yet is the Chili's-mobile:
How I chased it! It was a freaking bus! A Chili's bus! But this is the only picture I could get. And of course, there's our van, the finest in the Middle East. Yeah, that's right, we ride around in this thing, OK? You got a problem?
Scott, this is what your name looks like in Arabic:
The truck was parked right in front of al-Manama supermarket, home of the lambs' brains.
More interesting yet is the Chili's-mobile:
How I chased it! It was a freaking bus! A Chili's bus! But this is the only picture I could get. And of course, there's our van, the finest in the Middle East. Yeah, that's right, we ride around in this thing, OK? You got a problem?
Scott, this is what your name looks like in Arabic:
posted by Eric at 9:55 AM
3 Comments:
THAT's my mention? And here I thought it was going to be the story about how I inspired you to seek new challenges and conquer the world.
Although I may begin using that tagline.
You're a greedy little bastard, aren't you? When I saw that Kraft truck, I sprinted up to my apartment to get my camera. Then I literally chased the vehicle down the street.
You think I would have done that for a truck painted with the name, say... "Coughlin"?
Your point is well taken. I had no idea you went to such trouble over me. I'll call my Mom back, and tell her to go ahead and place that order for 100 autographed screen captures.
S
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