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The Charlatan
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Saucy Tales by The Charlatan

February 11th, 2013 10:07 PM / Location: 41.833686,-88.09402

INSTRUCTIONS: Every ancient condiment in the back of your fridge is a tale of neglect and abandonment. Tell us yours.

This task makes me sad.
In my food cooler, right now, are a number of condiments large, small, and regular. Among them, various sauces from the local Taco Bell in graduating degrees of heat, (so much) soy sauce in tiny clear packets, and catsup (ketchup) from the Chick-Fil-A. Now, I'm not a fan of the Chick-Fil-A. Don't get me wrong, I like a good chicken sandwich just as much as the next playing unit, but the food at the local Chick-Fil-A has the sour taste of bigotry and homophobia on it. Even so, there's still that packet of ketchup (catsup) from the local Chick-Fil-A in my food cooler.
It's there because a woman left it there.
She used to stop by and spend time with my roomie and I. I remember days when she would wake me up in the morning by sneaking into my room. But now she's down south. In Florida. America's wang.
And I miss her. She's good people. And a fantastic dancer.
So there's your two birds. That packet of red corn syrup fry sauce is all I have left of my sexy friend.
Well, that and her snake. But that's a tale for another day...

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