Chapter 311: Jody Rater: The Rowdy Tater
So there is this lilttle place by the docks in Pass Christian about 1/3 of the way back over to Biloxi that got thrown up in a hurry and has this quirky little fry and chicken strip place called Rowdy Taters attached to the gas station. When Kristen, Sarah, and Jody came over this week they saw it and got a big kick out of it. On my way over I had to stop for gas and got out and snapped a picture. I like to think the one with the mustache is Jason. Also, note the bodacious belt buckles and holsters for their guns. Brilliant.
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Design Studio Poetry Corner for 04 February:
Janine by Soul Coughing
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh
Varick Street and I drove South
With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth,
Janine
Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right
Angels shine down from the traffic light,
Janine
I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five
And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me:
Dial one nine hundred
Four J A N I N E
Slap myself to waking but now it's too late
Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate,
Janine