Bitter: “Why do I hear screams of a child coming from the kitchen?”
Me: “How do you like that chicken quesadilla? Taste like chicken?”
Bitter: “I didn’t think were cooking children! I figured someone might have bought their kid for some reason.”
You never know what they are putting in the quesadillas. But it turns out there was a party of screaming kids in the other section of the restaurant, that was resonating through the doorway that leads to the kitchen from the section were were in. I was surprised, because usually if there’s screaming kids in a restaurant, we somehow manage to get seated next to them.
Chili’s food is too salty to be made from children.
Not that this stops me from going there, mind you.
Salt to Mayor Bloomberg is like garlic is to vampires.
I suspect more like sugar to an eskimo, with an unhealthy level of projection
I don’t know Ian. Kids are probably more unhealthy than salty food. I know. Had my blood pressure taken, with my mother in laws new blood pressure machine, and it was high when my kids were running wild in the same room.
Took it again 30 minutes later when they had left Nd it was back to normal range (as a control, my doctor took it at my annual physical and it turns out it was actually slightly low. And my cholesterol is low too. And I eat more bacon than pretty much anyone else around. So, Bloomberg and Obama can bite me).
I have chronically low blood pressure. And, the whole high-blood-pressure exacerbated by salt thing is only true for certain people.
Kids work on everyone; having both been there and done that on my father and ridden herd on friends and family