
I know that I do a lot of salad shit tawking, but that is only when it is insultingly offered as a side to a burger. As if in my self-destructive eating mindset I want to be reminded of my downward spiraling food choices. Shut up and give me fries!
That being said, I do specifically seek out certain perfect salads in Greenpoint. Salads that discreetly champion the getting old and dripping with pork guts…

With great trepidation, I’m attempting not, a reply but a clarification. Not ever being officially notified whether my status of persona non grata has changed, I feel sort of uncomfortable even clicking on comment. I want all to know that the person who has shit listed me is one whom I dearly love and whose diapers I used to change. I feel like King Lear.
I do have many things to say about this salad but I must hold my tongue or my fingers lest I be severely rebuked. At times a feel like a daughter less father. But my daughter will never be a fatherless child at least until I buy the ranch.
Daughterless? Dad – that’s harsh. You are the one who basically moved to Sicily!
You still didn’t answer the question. Am I still banned?
And as for moving to Sicily. This is where I truly belong. Do not worry, I will soon return to my exile in the Sates.
you’re banned.
That looks delish! Btw, is your dog named after Mookie Wilson? That would be amazing.
Yes. He was named after Mookie Wilson!