Roast Beef, Housemate.
It's kinda fun havin' Beef as a housemate! It's like old knucklehead times, straight back into the days when we skated curbs and tried to learn Axel F on the piano. Doggies get up around 11, shuffle through the delivery menus (he's been gettin' the Oprah lately, which is this mad meatball calzone from Pizza Ciao, but I been deliciously in love with the Hot and Sour Noodle they do down at Seven Flavor Kitchen). We play some pool, crack some brew, and pick a flick for the afternoon (today we watched the whole Fawlty Towers DVD set, so funny). Then we dude out for a couple hours, checkin' email or readin' or swimmin', and decide what to eat for dinner. It is mad simple. Tonight we roasted this big bunch of partridges that we saw Emeril make; it was scrumptious along with his mushroom bread pudding. I opened some Cakebread and the flavors sailed on up.
It's kind of like the Odd Couple, you know, except I don't know which of either of them to compare us to. Anyhow...tomorrow we decided to buy remote-control boats at 75 Hobbies, and we're gonna make little jump-ramps outta floating styrofoam wedges.