Monday (haiku)
coffee with creamer
white shirt in want of some starch
clean shave, new blue tie
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
coffee with creamer
white shirt in want of some starch
clean shave, new blue tie
Labels: haiku
8 comments:
i forgot to buy starch:(
Hey, lookee there, Paw,
that must be some city guy.
He sure do look nice.
Awesome job there Chris!
Those Haikus are so catchy
We should all write them
Starch or no starch, I still can't see this guy in a suit!
Dave,
You're on the other side of the fence. People at my work have a hard time believing I'm a competitive eater. They cant see through the steel Republican facade I wear from 9-5. (Most of them think I was only in the wing bowl and that it was a passing temporary insanity)
You're in Advertising, looks matter. I'm just very effective at being seen exactly how I want to be.
I should try using a facade around the office. For two years, I was "Dave the PR Guy" and now I'm becoming "Dave the Competitive Eater and PR Guy". Sometimes I'd rather just be the PR guy.
Tonight's Wendy's eating challenge after work won't help me rebuild my facade.
I know what you mean. I tried to keep the entire thing under wraps but a few found out about it through the paper.
Still I dont ever talk about it and would never eat in front of them or be seen dressed like that. I just have this feeling that if I did it would be the old 'World's Collide' issue.
Once people put you in a box, it's hard to get them to see you a different way.
Most people see me as an eater first anymore being we all live close to or with each other. At least when I finally make it to wing bowl It'll give me a monsterous support group.
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