This was the actual definition of the "Slinger," it costs $5.75 and comes with a heart-attack totally free. I havn't gotten one lately because I kind of wanna live past 25 right now, but who knows I might change my mind. The last time I got a "Slinger" at a Courtesy Diner I could hardly decipher what was in the the concoction, these are the only things I could guess: There was a brown goo that looked like it was shoveled out of litter box and ground into paste, melted cheese everywhere, some kind of miscellaneous meat from an animal that I am unsure of, 4 cigarette butts, eggs, I think potatoes, and a bandaid.
I think the only way to make this better is to eat it in a wife beater and cut off jorts, while watching Nascar, with a lit cigarette in your mouth that you never take out, and having been deprived from a shower for at least a week.
That is a rare spectacle right there, almost more rare than...
Actually it's not rare at all, millions of Nascar watching, chain smoking, cut off jort wearing, stinky dudes pour in and out of diners daily to eat this filth.

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