Tin Fork
“I tell you, man, they were dancing.” “Dancing in a pizza place? Yeah, right. The pizzicato waltz?” Hank swears he saw it, last night, through the window in the eatery behind the Shell gas station …
It’s morning. Feeling lousy. No, wasn’t grog last night. Toothache. Normally, I never take pills. But Carla persuaded me. Took an antibiotic. Gripped my gut like a vice. This mawnin’, still recovering. Weaving gingerly through …
Gotta be careful here. To say something’s the best. But…oh, to heck with it. This is the best freakin’ sandwich I can remember munching, okay? It’s enough to make a vegan out of me. I’m …
“When I was courting my wife, I’d turn up outside her home with ten mariachis.”
"You want us to become sheep again? There's a reason they're stupid!"
"Baa-becue, buddy, baa-becue. People flock to the joint. That's what I herd."
"Say hi to Mr. Frog. I'm a self-taught cabdriver and puppeteer and Clown."
"We never got to go to McDonald's. Sometimes we were pretty hungry."
"Lamby joes. No question. You get two. They're so tasty. Shall we go for that?"
"Jahja Ling's always in. And the mayor, he sits here, at table number two."
"Comes down for paintball war games with his buddies at the military range. I cooked his burger."
"There's a Milan style of living. Quick. We want everything yesterday."