Friday, January 13, 2006
My old roommate's running for office. Mike was (and is, probably) a lovely Cajun fellow who taught me that just because you recently ordered three large five-topping pizzas is no reason not to make cheeseburgers. And I don't know how this will affect his campaign, but I saw him eat at least three bowls of cajun-flavored potato chips topped with chocolate ice cream. That's got to be something he'd rather hide from the voting public.