Met up with @fancycwabs for lunch today at Lobster King, continuing my quest to de-weirdify Asian food to my palate. Had the cashew chicken and the hot and sour soup. It was great. I ate tofu, y’all. TOFU. Well, a little. Like, maybe a tablespoon or so. Still not sold.
This is the fortune I got. I want very badly to believe that there is some big cosmic meaning behind the usage of “prophesy” instead of “prophecy,” but the fact of the matter is that it’s a lame semantic error in a lame fortune. You can’t even add “in bed” to the end of it.
I need to get you some BBQ tofu nachos from RP Tracks. That right there, my lady friend, is tofu you can’t say no to.
>You can’t even add “in bed” to the end of it.
Well you could, but it would sound a lot like you were talking about masturbation.
Well you could, but it would sound a lot like you were talking about masturbation.
You should have seen my fortune, Jon.
I almost with Amanda. I prefer the BBQ tofu SANDWICH, though. Sure, I started off with the BBQ tofu burrito, moved up to the nachos, but had to go all the way for the sandwich. Why? Because it’s lots of well done cubes of tofu smothered in delicious BBQ sauce. For reals, yo. Awesome.
That’s supposed to be “I agree with Amanda.” I was changing it from “I almost agree with Amanda” because I thought I sounded like an asshole. Apparently, I deleted the wrong word in my haste.
A, I am up for it. Really, I am! Let’s do it. I’m getting psyched. Gonna punch a wall! Puff puff pant!!!
J, true, sadly.
R, ha!
LP, If I can make it past the nachos without barfing — I mean, if I like the nachos, then I will try the sandwich. I’m branching out, bitches!