Brunchnnertizer

The pen-ultimate meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and yes, even appetizers; all combined together into one glorious slice of heaven. No meal of the day was spared in this magnamonous creation. 12 layers of heart-stopping, mouth-watering, meat-sweat-inducing, toilet-breaking, meaty-cheesy-bacony-carbful goodness. This is not for the weary or weak.  Without further ado, from the minds of Bam&Mark&Marc. We present to you the Brunchnnertizer.

Lunch Layer

Bacon Weave Layer

Breakfast Sausage Layer

One more Bacon/Cheese Layer

Hashbrown Layer

Dinner Layer

12 Layers of Heaven

All served on Cheesy Garlic Bread

911

1, 2, 3, 4

This is why our doctors will never be out of a job.

Musings

Now that I have your attention…

People these days are so obvious. They are what they are. There are hardly any surprises.

Romancipate

I would like to apologize for the dearth of posts as of late. We’ve all been very busy with work, weddings to attend and just getting over our daily hangovers. Please excuse our tardiness. 

To make it up for you, here is a new poem for all you star crossed romantics out there.

Enjoy.

Poetically Inclined

Like A Father

A Ballad Unlike Any Other

Tuesday Soul Session

I want to apologize.

I was unable to make my weekly Sunday soulful session due to the fact that I was incredibly distraught and in furious rage at the Chargers “losing” on Sunday. I say “losing” because I know a robbery when I see one.

That is all I shall say on the topic – time for the music.

I’ve Got A Tip for You

Is it me or are tips getting out of hand?

Everywhere I go I see a tip jar or a line on a receipt for a tip.  Why does everyone feel as if they are entitled to a tip for doing their job?  If it was optional that would be partially alright, but that is not the case anymore.  I have noticed at most places I visit, the individual behind the register makes an effort to peek at the receipt to see if I left them a little something.  When it is blank you can just feel them thinking, “cheap ass”.  I refuse to be pressured into leaving tips for people who don’t deserve one.  Let’s take a look at a few scenarios that most of you can relate to:

Soakin the Cookie

There is a common saying that only those that can take the shrapnel are allowed to throw a grenade.

Actually I think I just heard this yesterday. 

I’m lying, i’ve never heard this before in my life.

But this is the mindset one needs to survive. Life? maybe. The BodogLife? always. Now I don’t sponsor or condone the bodogLife-style, but i have to admit that i like to dabble in it every now and then. It’s like going to a strip club for the ambiance. Sure you’re going to have fun and maybe make a ‘friend’, but you’re not gonna meet your future ex-wife there. Enough blathering and onto the skeeting.

I Have A Story

I know today isn’t Sunday. I know that.

I know I said Sunday’s are designated for the soul sessions. The same sessions where I inspire you to seek what is true beneath the rubble and fecal matter that goes for music in this current era.

I get that. But tonight I break that rule.

There was an incident on Sunday. Something happened to me.

Schadenfreude

 

 

“Science gives you more questions when you’re really trying to find answers.  Religion gives you answers that you are not supposed to question.”  Confused?  I’m not.  This is why I’m here, to guide you through the infinitesimal meaning of what we call life. 

Fuck Vinny Chase!!!!

 

     Or should I say Marky Mark. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. For those who aren’t privy to the majesty of knowing who that is, he’s one of the stars from HBO’s Entourage which made its 5^th season premier last night.

 

(skip to minute 4:05…holla)