Tuesday, February 5, 2008
100 Words on the Temporary Reappearance of the Sonic Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich
To borrow from Streicher, whose own words were already granted to Goering in history’s mind, whenever I hear the words “healthy lifestyle,” that’s when I reach for my revolver. And the bullets for this revolver are fashioned out of succulent nuggets of chicken fried steak, processed and fortified by sweet delicious chemicals in some factory somewhere and then frozen and re-animated cross the fruited plane. And I would take aim at the Morgans Sprulock and track-suited unlikeable descendants of The Healthy and, one by one, I would pluck them from the fence like glass bottles, with a gluttonous, menacing bellow.