Wednesday, April 05, 2006

my lifes work


Clinton Jacks works as a cook in a Waffle House restaurant near the South Carolina coast. “One night back in the year 2000,” he recollects, “I saw Danger Mouse come in here. Cee-Lo was with him. And they had this other dude with them, dressed up like H.R. Pufnstuf. Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo ate big meals, but H.R. Pufnstuf only wanted hash browns. Then they left, Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo, but H.R. Pufnstuf stayed around for hours. He must’ve had twenty cups of coffee. I went in the bathroom, and when I came out, he was gone. But he left a $500 tip on the table. And he left a little note that said, ‘Compliments to the chef. Gnarls Barkley.’”

Also, I just bought two new pairs of shoes online, one being 1970's-era-lookin-heels so high they may (MAY) actually have the ability to atrophy my calf in mere seconds, leaving me to toddle along all Barbie-like for the rest of my days. Here's to hoping. Also, I'm on the lookout for coordinating hot pants.

No comments: