In the words of my favorite G Love & Special Sauce tune, I'm sitting here and I can't believe all the measures you've taken to cheat, lie and deceive me and all of your friends. Don't Pull the Wool over my eyes Joe.
To wit, I was checking out the Summers Restaurant Web site today and read something about Summers offering an innovative and compelling concept for the casual diner.
I will give you compelling. I feel compelled to go there because I'm addicted. Yes, its a drug.
But innovative?
I graduated with a degree in history not english so I'm not sure what innovative means. I thought it meant new. There's nothing really new or innovative about Summers unless you count the red room, and it doesn't really add much to the ambiance. There's nothing unusual about the high-definition televisions unless you consider they can't play the game you want to watch. There's really nothing innovative on the menu unless you count Molson Canadian, and I don't because Canadians can't count. They use the metric system which is total bullshit.
Whoever is updating the Summers Web site needs a thesaurus.
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Summers Rambler
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler? The Screaming Eagles got to go
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler, the one that locked Summers New Door?
He don't give a hoot of warning, wrapped up in his funny looking hat
He don't leave til the light of the morning. He just split, he thinks he saw a rat
Talkin' 'bout the Summers Rambler, the one you wish you'd never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler. Did you see him jump on the German bandwagon?
Sighing down the wind so softly, Listen and you hear him moan
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler? He'll leave his footprints up and down the Red room hall
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler? Did you see me pretend to make a phone call?
And if you catch the Summers Rambler, I'll steal his girlfriend right from under his nose
Well, I should go easy with my cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down his throat
Baby, and it hurts!
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler, the one that locked Summers New Door?
He don't give a hoot of warning, wrapped up in his funny looking hat
He don't leave til the light of the morning. He just split, he thinks he saw a rat
Talkin' 'bout the Summers Rambler, the one you wish you'd never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler. Did you see him jump on the German bandwagon?
Sighing down the wind so softly, Listen and you hear him moan
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler? He'll leave his footprints up and down the Red room hall
Did you hear about the Summers Rambler? Did you see me pretend to make a phone call?
And if you catch the Summers Rambler, I'll steal his girlfriend right from under his nose
Well, I should go easy with my cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down his throat
Baby, and it hurts!
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