
Wednesdays at 10 on FX. Or check it out on Hulu. Have you seen it yet?
-Dave
Here's the kicker though. Mind you I had a huge calzone (black olives, pepperoni, linguica, canadian bacon, and chicken)for lunch today...we got back to head quarters and my boss called us up stairs to the conference room. Sitting for me on the desk was a "Ghetto Burger." A ghetto burger consists of a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles, sauce, a fried egg, pastrami, and some sort of hot dog/sausage link...maybe even some bacon in there too. Needless to say there was a lot of grease. "Don't get up til you've finished the whole thing. No pressure, but every hydrant guy has finished one of these...only one threw up." Half-way through I thought I wasn't going to make it and I'm not sure how I did. "Here come the meat sweats," was my best line after finishing. I'd write more, but I'm feeling a little lethargic at the moment. By the way, my buddy Matt is the one that purposely spilled the beans about my birthday...just you wait Matt...just you wait.
Has anyone ever done crazy things like that to you on your birthday? Any strange traditions?