Brain Splatter

I always stuff it full. I stuff it so hard and fast that it ends up breaking. I do like licking the juices off my fingers but it can get messy. That doesn't stop me from stuffing the next one and the next one. Call me a glutton but I love going back for more. So good, so tasty, so hot, so spicy.

I am, of course, talking about Tacos. Damn I want some tacos right now.

I want to put some meat, lettuce, tomato, salsa, and cheese together and stuff it in my open maw. I don't care if it is a soft taco but I would really like a tasty crunchy taco. Hell, even one of those crappy Taco Bell tacos would be good.

Who am I kidding? One? No way! I want two or three or ten. I want to eat so many tacos that I never have to eat tacos again. I want to turn into a giant taco. I want to fill a pool full of taco and jump in like Scrooge McDuck into his room full of money. But in this case there will be tacos. Wall to wall floor to ceiling tacos. All for me!

Enjoy the delicious Taco pictures!!! Laterzzz...

Good motto to live by!

Little fancy but yummy looking.

Its like a taco party. Hope my mouth is invited.

A Taco that craps ice cream. Beat that Ben and Jerry!

// posted by Biff Manly @ 12:36 AM 0 comments

You go to dinner at a friend's house. You sit down at the table and they put the food down in front of you. There is lots of good stuff. Fresh baked rolls. Mashed potatoes. Beef or Venison or Pork or other good meat that you recognize.

Then he brings out a plate. You can tell it is some kind of bird. Maybe a large chicken? A game hen of some sort? It looks and smells really good. You ask your friend what it is.

Your friend looks at you and with all seriousness says, "Bald Eagle".

What do you do?

You didn't kill it, cook it, or ask for it. Your friend tells you that he was out hunting or driving or whatever and shot it. Or he got it from a friend of a friend. Or just says it is what it is. He even has a picture of it before he plucked it and breaded it and cooked it, so you know he is telling the truth.

So, like I asked before; what do you do?

I honestly think that I would have to at least try the bald eagle. I mean shit, it is there right in front of me. It's not like I told someone to out and get it.How many times is someone going to put nice fresh bald eagle in front of you?

I probably wouldn't eat horse. I might eat cat. I've had Chinese food in the past so I probably have eaten cat, if not other things that I can't even or probably would not want to think of.

Now there are some things that I would not eat. I would not eat dog.Dog is one animal that would give it's life for a human. I can't see eating something noble like that. Seems there would be something immoral about eating a dog. I can't see eating elephant, dolphin, or whale. But if I was hanging out with some Eskimos and they had gone on a whale hunt and wanted me to try I might try whale.

I think it might be because I have been watching cooking shows and thinking of the things we eat as opposed to the things we don't. Americans used to eat way more goose, bison, and lamb then we do now. It seems to be kind of a waste to stick to eating just pork, chicken, turkey, and beef.

I don't know a lot about fish but what I do know is that for the longest time there were fish that pulled from the ocean and eaten while thousands of "garbage fish"or"Rough Fish" were killed or cast aside. Then when the desired fish were fished out people switched to the garbage fish to eat. And now those are becoming harder to find.

Hunger is a big influence on what a person will and will not eat. When it comes down to starting or not, a lot of less than desirable things because downright palatable

Wow. I totally lost my train of thought. I could go back and reread this but I really don't care to. I think I am gonna go order a bucket of KFC eagle wings. MMMM, that's good national bird. Laterzzz...

// posted by Biff Manly @ 1:07 AM 0 comments

I open up my brain and wait for stuff to leak out onto my keyboard but then nothing. And if I try to scoop it out it ends up bending the spoon. I need a brain electric scooper.

Isn't that a weird ass invention? I suppose if you are professional ice creamer than it makes sense to have such a think but does anyone need that in their real lives? I know I don't.

What I do need is a coffee maker. I have wrote how I love my ass some coffee and my damn coffee maker broke. I was putting a can of tomato sauce on a high shelf. The can slips and smashes into the coffee maker. I could have probably tried to get a new coffee pot but the damn think was like 10 years old. So I said fuck it. I was also kind of pissed that the thing had broke.

So since I wrote last a lot of famous people died. I guess it happens. Michael Jackson was a surprise. I was a fan, at least of his more popular work, I'll be honest. I think that the the way he lived was kind of sad. I guess it is hard to judge another person's life from the outside looking in. From the plastic surgery and the seclusion he was in it looked sad. I hope that the worst stuff he was accused of he never did and if he didn't do it then I feel even worse. Can you imagine being accused of being a pedophile and not being one? That has got to be awful.

My favorite Michael Jackson song would probably be Smooth Criminal. The whole Thriller album is pretty good though. I wasn't much his later work though. I think most people felt the same. I did like a lot of the Jackson 5 stuff. Some of the best music ever made.

I need to find some energy. I just feel so damn tired. Maybe I need some of those stimulants that they give to racehorses that make them run faster. yeah it bursts their hearts over time but until then they run like that wind. I have never ran like the wind. Not even a little wind. I've mostly run like jello. Lots of jiggling and plopping and then things just get all messy and fall on the floor. Or I used to get those wicked stitches in my side. What the hell is that about? It feels like someone would be jabbing me in the liver. I don't like to be jabbed in the liver. I can really say in all honestly that being jabbed in the liver is one of those things in my life that I choose to avoid as much as I can.

I think that is it for now. I am not going to say that I need to write more because that would be what they call, obvious. Laterzzz...

// posted by Biff Manly @ 4:52 PM 0 comments