WORSE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED. Sal Geeze
made a recovery, and is back on "the yellow dirt
road", brought there by the Anhauser Busch wagon,
wlth the Clydsdales crapping up a storm. Sal was
understandably a little wobbly after the medical
center removed part of his wilted liver. He showed
me his x-ray, and by golly, the liver looked like a
doorstop, as a matter of fact, during the monthly
BOD meeting, sombody said, "Sal, you ought to sell
that thing on Ebay. I don't know why, but I thought
that was funny as all get out. Sal stood in the middle
of 'Nofre's antiquated dirt road watching NeoN arrive
with this huge, well marbled, Prime Rib, I mean it
was loaded with fat and cholesterol. "Hey, Neon, whatta'
got there?" said Sal. NeoN explained he was going
to deep-fry a prime cut of rib in ten lbs. of Farmer John
pure lard, right on the beach. It took about 45 minutes for
the calderon to sizzle. With granduer, NeoN dropped
the slab of meat into the boiling grease. Pop! Sizzle!
Snap! Gurgle! The standing prime cut fried in the
oil. NeoN knew it was done, and with his Chinese
Hook lifted the roast, set it on a cutting board. Oh, my,
it appears they're going to shut down BLOG for scheduled
maintainance. Back tomorrow for the artery plugging
feast.

Written by Triglyceride Tess.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES