Whiz Wit
Dramatization of a texted conversation:
Notorious R.O.B.: (Who has been dispatched to Pennsylvania to instruct Pennsylvanians to vote) I had some terrible barbecue today. Should have known better. The name was Boston BBQ.
Me: Maybe we should buy it and improve it.
Notorious R.O.B.: On the bright side, real Philly cheesesteaks are awesome.
Me: Have you selected a loyalty yet betwixt Pat’s and Geno’s?
Notorious R.O.B.: Yes, it was easy. Pat’s has an Obama sign. Geno’s has a McCain sign.
Me: Pat and Geno are marketing geniuses. And businessmen. I can hear the conversation now. “Yo Pat. I got the signs. Who you want at your shop, hippies and homos or senior discounts and Jesus people? Me I don’t care so long’s they buy sandwiches.”
October 7th, 2008 at 8:47 am e
It wouldn’t surprise me if you were right. Also, you and Notorious should totally buy Boston BBQ and improve it.
The only wrinkle in this plan might be that if you went to an Eagles game and booed them, no one would be able to distinguish you from actual Eagles fans.
October 8th, 2008 at 4:47 am e
See, I love Notorious, but his priorities are messed up. Choosing a cheesesteak by political affliation is ridiculous.
On the other hand, if Pat’s cheesesteak were, in my estimation, superior, that might make me consider voting for Obama.
October 8th, 2008 at 6:41 am e
Pat’s rulz. No contest.
October 9th, 2008 at 7:08 am e
Who names a barbeque place after Boston, anyway? “I know–a region of the country that specializes in boiled food and white people! They’ve got to have good barbeque!”