Mike
Mar 28th, 2004, 04:41 PM
"Yo dawg! How's it grillin'"
"I'm not grilling. I'm eating, you twat!"
I responded through a mouthful of burnt and bloody mammal. After braving the sleet and snow on foot for 1.5 miles to get some Mongolian BBQ the last thing I feel like is to have nearly every employee in the joint bouncing around my table making sure that I am "grillin' like a villain" and "havin' a mongolian good time". Mongolians nowadays are interested in keeping warm, riding horses and minding their own business, not being "rad" and "awesome" and making a big deal out of a simple meal.
"I'm not grilling. I'm eating, you twat!"
I responded through a mouthful of burnt and bloody mammal. After braving the sleet and snow on foot for 1.5 miles to get some Mongolian BBQ the last thing I feel like is to have nearly every employee in the joint bouncing around my table making sure that I am "grillin' like a villain" and "havin' a mongolian good time". Mongolians nowadays are interested in keeping warm, riding horses and minding their own business, not being "rad" and "awesome" and making a big deal out of a simple meal.