*bloat*

Q: How do you know when your shrimp poboy is officially an "overstuffed" poboy?

A: When it's got twice as much fried shrimp as french bread.

God, I'm full. Stick a toothpick in me. I'm a sandwich.

fucking wind!

Jeez, man, I hear garbage rolling down the street. Doors and gates are slamming shut all over the place. Some fucking thing keeps thudding into the side of the house somewhere and it's driving me friggin nuts!

What with the wind, already? It's like a tropical storm just passed through town. And it's cold, too. Well, probably not cold for you of the northern climes. That includes anyone north of Interstate 10.

Again with the thud!