It’s Monday again, and contrary to ESPN’s commercials, day dreaming about tonight’s Bears-Packers match-up doesn’t erase the grim reality of the upcoming 40 hours of fluorescent lights, nagging phone calls, and the personal space akin to a Japanese hotel room. But you know what did bring a slight smile to my face this morning? The little box of goodness pictured above. Far too many people are still walking around ignorant to the explosion of flavor hiding inside these golden brown nuggets of tater. I challenge one of my 8 or so readers to go out and buy a box today. If you hate the experience vote lame, if you love it, tell 5 people about this blog.
Hash browns eat my dick
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