She has been searching the entire house for 15 minutes looking...but for what. The frustration in the air is palpable. With a daunting feeling in my bones I ask "what are you looking for?". With the intensity of a thousand suns she looks at me and says "I can't find my sunglasses!" As I notice her fake prada glasses perched an her head a small smerk comes across my face I say "Hmmm haven't seen them...".

This old polish recipe for Polish Sausage and Sour Kraught is a life time favorite of mine. It has been passed down for generations It is one that I havent quite leaned but rome wasn't conqured in a day and i'm not much of a cook myself. Its a fairly simple meal though and its quite special to me. Basically you get the sausage and the sour kraught and you put it into a pan and heat it up adding salt and sugar equally to taste and make some mashed potatoes to go with and enjoy.

Never will I ever watch the movie Straw Dogs again. It is the most drawn out movie of all time. Its slow and boring and its supposed to be suspenseful but its actually kind of funny. The acting is cheesy and its quite unrealistic. Incase you have not seen it, the movie is about a husband and wife that inherit the wifes family house in her home town. The husband is a big time city boy and the wife is from the country. When they go to live in her home town they meet her ex boyfriend from highschool and their friends. Basically the country boys are jealous of this city slicker.

The sound was like nails on a chalk board coming from the child's lunges when his mother wouldn't allow him to have any more soda.  His thunderous stomps were like earthquakes through out the restaurant.

This story is legit. It may embody the feeling commonly described as abulia but it is legit non the less. you may not find some of the words acceptable but its going to be ok. Im not very savvy with spanish but tacos are delicious. Especially free tacos but thats a rare occasion. You should feel quite honored to have free tacos. When I see someone eatting a taco I attempt to live vicariously through their experience and i can feel my mouth moisten sevenfold. The velocity at which I eat these tacos could probably be a world record esoecially if they are soft shell tacos. I dont know if loving tacos makes me cultured but if so I am cultured as f***. Im not even being facetious here I love tacos to the point that people look at me and say "duphuq"? Ive actually had a hispanic man tell me that I honor my family with the spontaneous love for tacos that I feel. They pretty much embody my entire existence. After all the tacos have been eaten I rig myself up some whisky fudge and have some fun. Enough to make me go into cardiac arrest and and be in a food comma for days! Then I take an epic poop and play on my fantastic gadget known as a taco counter and start the cycle all over again. FIN