So, the Iron Man movie is pretty freaking awesome. I was the last person in my house to see it, but that's cool, cause I totally got in free. Thomas, go you for having friends who work at movie theaters. Also, props for beating Rita to the movie theater in your piece of shit station wagon.
Fail for losing on the way home.
Props though for making me laugh and spitting purple drank on Spenser.
Wait, what?
Yeah, you heard right. Spicy's in town.
What a pimp. You should go check out his new blog, Hot Mantra. Check it regularly, because there might or might not be sandwich art from yours truly.
Oh no you dinnint.
Sandwich art? Yeah, that's right, I'm a sandwich artist. Not only do I work in cardboard, but I work in Subway. And goddamn, do I make the sweetest sandwiches. Exhibit A: The Marzarie Special, AKA the Lovewich, AKA the Meatocalypse, AKA the Fat Kid's Wet Dream. If you get the foot long, it's only 12 dollars. If you're me, it's free.
Om nom nom nom.
