Wednesday, May 27, 2009

SEAN'S STORY

SEAN'S STORY
By Sir Peter Behgsferpous

All too often, simple things can be taken for granted. A hot meal on a cold day. Modern technology’s ability to provide us with global communication and information. The miraculous introduction and universal utilization of birth control pills amongst our nation’s women. However despite her strictly obeying the guidelines recommended in “the pill’s” utilization, Nancy Tate became infected with a fetus in 1981 so horrid and culturally disparaging that the animal rights community has deemed her multiple failed attempts at abortions as “a fuckin’ shame”. In what is considered the only known attempt, Nancy was the first woman to have asked for a home water birth in an effort to drown the newborn after it was born. Again the infant managed to thwart the effort after she mistook the newborn as “just another piece of crap floating in the water”. Nancy’s instincts were good. Little Sean grew up to become one fantastic liability to all who had the unfortunate distinction of knowing his asshole face.

Sean spent the majority of his formative years avoiding any semblance of responsibility and instead took an unusual liking to what many youngsters his age would find objectionable. Sean Tate loves bestiality. The obsession began as a young man when Tate witnessed his pet dog “Knight” swallow an entire hot dog whole. Sean thought, “Hey, if he can handle that hot dog no problem, maybe he can take my whole Twizzle dick as well. And if he can take that, maybe I can stuff my nuts in there too!”. It’s not the first thought that comes to most of our minds when witnessing something like that, but nevertheless, Sean pretended to be ill the next day and stayed home from school. His mother didn’t question the 2 empty jars of peanut butter when she got home. Maternal instinct couldn’t foresee her son’s problem, but perhaps it would have raised a red flag had she noticed that none of the bread in the house had been consumed. Maybe that would have been enough to keep her from bringing a second dog into the home. A dog Sean affectionately named “JC”. Sean insisted that the dogs sleep in his bed every night. Even as an eighteen year old man, he justified it by telling his parents he was afraid of the dark. He would drag each of them into his bedroom each night by the collar, he would lock his door behind him, lube up and proceed to go balls deep in their crusty sphincters. When friends would go to the Tate’s house to visit, JC would cower and run at the sight of any visitors. Sean would shrug, laugh and exclaim “That’s just JC!”. It would become apparent years later that JC had been abused into reclusion.

Sean eventually went on to college, giving his dogs a tearful farewell as he left, and promised to write. His freshmen year roommate thought it strange the first time he walked in on him masturbating to a Clifford book, but didn’t contact the campus health services facility until he found dead squirrels under his bed. They had been duct taped to keep them from exploding. Sean took an especially fond liking to squirrels, but it wasn’t completely sexual. Finding one dead on the side of the road, Sean mentioned to his friend of the time that the squirrel was “too skinny and cold on the inside”. So he proceeded to prop it up on a stoop, put a cigarette in his mouth, a live firework in its hand and offered to pose with the carcass for all who passed by. We all know the potentially sociopathic implications involved in animal cruelty, but this was not enough to grant Sean a ticket to the psyche ward. What finally gave Sean a criminal record as a sexual deviant was a terribly inhumane event after Sean moved to Arizona to spend more time with his parent’s dogs. Sean’s obsession with bestiality culminated in a late night trip to a farm, where Sean was witnessed during relations with a particular Goat he found irresistible. Sean was fired from his job at the pet store and took a position at US Air. Last reports indicate Sean’s therapy is going well and he has redirected his sexual impulses towards dudes of the same species.

Monday, May 18, 2009

CHIPOTLE MEXICAN GRILL

Stay Hungry, My Friends...
by Dick Pickles

A Chipotle Mexican Grill recently opened up near where I work and I had to check it out. (if you have never been to a Chipotle before, then check them out: http://www.chipotle.com/#/land) They are a wonderful mexican restaurant that has seen a huge surge in the number of locations accross the U.S. over the last year.

Approaching the restaurant I noticed a long line flowing out the front door. New restaurant hype is one thing, but this had been open for a month now and there were still getting people lining up like black folks at a watermelon festival. When I finally got to the front I scanned through the menu items and settled on a Carnitas (pork) Burrito. I had mine completed with the standard rice and opted for black beans over the pinto. In my opinion, if you don't go with black beans in this situation, you're setting someone up for an "amateur hour" joke. Moving down the cafeteria style line I got to choose from four types of salsa. I went with both the sweet grilled corn and the spicy red salsa and I don't think there is a better combo out there than these two. My burrito was topped off with Guacamole (costs extra) and I found an outdoor seat to enjoy the summer weather.

The burrito itself was absolutely wonderful. The wrap was very plyable, but managed to keep its structure to avoid a sloppy mess. The meat was outstanding: tasting as if it had been slowly roasted and shredded by a genuine Mexican. Each of my condiments worked in great tandem with the meat for a consistent and even bite. The ambiance created by the outdoor seating and the soft sound of Latin music in the background made everything seem even more authentic than I thought possible.

Despite my overall happiness with the meal, I do have a few complaints. First, they are very stingy with the amount of rice they use. I mean, c'mon...what the fuck! Its rice! Pile that shit on! Next, when I was told that adding guacamole would cost extra, I expected it to be in the neighborhood of 49 cents. It was $1.95 for a dab of guacamole!!! That means for the same price as a squirt of green ooze; I could have enjoyed two crunchy tacos, two double cheeseburgers, or two jr. bacon cheeseburgers from other fast food joints nearby. While it was very good guacamole, my adivise is to skip it. Lastly, about four years ago I went to one of the original Chipotles in Washington D.C. and much to my surprise and delight, they served beer (XX in fact). You can imagine my excitement when I found a restaurant that combined fast food and booze. Fortunately, I remembered to bring a change of pants that day. Needless to say, the Chipotle near me now does not serve beer so don't ever expect to see me there on a weekend.

Overall, Chipotle gets some of the most enthusiastic thumbs up that have ever been issued on sweetactionpicks.com. If you are curious how any item on the menu tastes, then write to our team and we will review that item for you.

Remember, the most interesting man in the world doesn't always eat fast food mexican, but when he does...he prefers Chipotle. Stay Hungry My Friends.

Friday, May 1, 2009

MUSHROOM SWISS STEAKHOUSE BURGER

DELIGHTFULLY CONTENT
By: Dick Pickles

Just about every guy who went to college knew a girl like the one I am about to describe: She was a little chubby and never your first choice when you got to the party. You wouldn't speak to her while you both went your separate ways during the evening as you attempted to find someone hotter, someone worth bragging about the next day. Still, when 2 AM rolled around at the bar or party and the lights came on, there she was. Every bit as drunk as you and giving you those eyes that say, "c'mon, lets get out of here. we'll go have some fun". And what is amazing is that every time she came through. Never the greatest, but you knew you wouldn't have any drama and it was always satisfying; never a regret.

There aren't a lot of good fast food specials out there right now. I drove around and first passed a Wendy's, but please, how long can you advertise the Baconator as a special. McDonalds failed to offer anything more enticing. Boston Market's current special is a country fried chicken that looks like a frozen chicken cutlet with white gravy on it. I'll pass. Taco Bell, usually a monster when it comes to promotional items, is only offering a Taco Salad that I would only buy if it was to throw it away in front of some poor Mexicans. Then, as I turned the corner, I saw Burger King and it started giving me those eyes...

I ordered the Mushroom Swiss Steakhouse Burger and it was a beast. Upon unwrapping its tight package, grease began to spill everywhere (don't fret; I soaked it up with the bun). The sandwich was lacking in any vegetable except the mushrooms which gave me the warm fuzzies. I had to take a step back to examine how I would attack a burger with a patty that was almost twice the size of the bun. I decided that the two handed, elbows out technique would need to be utilized or else I would have a mess on my hands. Biting it caused the perfectly melted cheese to ooze out the sides. As a seasoned pro, I quickly adjusted my strategy to one hand so I could pick up a fry and dip it in the cheese. At this point the burger went down fast and I finished off my fries. As always, B.K.'s fries just couldn't hang with the quality of its burger, but I knew this going in so how can I get upset. I washed down my meal with another gulp of soda and headed to the exit feeling satisfied and content. It wasn't a next morning walk of shame, it was the sensation of being delightfully content.

Thanks Burger King...you'll never be my first choice but you'll always be my favorite chubby, drunk friend!!!