tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post5768182785557027704..comments2023-05-02T10:52:43.408-04:00Comments on Church of the Big Sky: Johnny Rat-ketsMerujohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14123831956012950960noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-43645877377057663262007-03-05T15:12:00.000-05:002007-03-05T15:12:00.000-05:00Wow, this is as bad as when I found out Santa Clau...Wow, this is as bad as when I found out Santa Claus was made-up. <BR/><BR/>For two years now, Johnny Rockets has been my beacon of kitsch in a sea of haute couture; where I go at lunch time to nurse my sorrows on french fries and milkshakes.<BR/><BR/>Ick ick ick.<BR/><BR/>By the way, thanks for the recent comment. I took the post down because the work email spies were making me nervous.Gingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04841523752358713539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-76305753086619648022007-03-03T19:51:00.000-05:002007-03-03T19:51:00.000-05:00Rats, not again!Did you hear about the NYC KFC tha...Rats, not again!<BR/><BR/>Did you hear about the NYC KFC that had rats frolicking in the restaurant after hours? I think someone took a vid an put it up on YouTube. I don't live there, but if I did, that's one fast food chain I'd be avoiding...Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03198762158401756973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-36294777013414442007-03-03T18:37:00.000-05:002007-03-03T18:37:00.000-05:00Ah, Templeton the Rat. Glad Paul Lynde got a gig.I...Ah, Templeton the Rat. Glad Paul Lynde got a gig.<BR/><BR/>I grew up on Templeton Drive in the 70s and 80s. Whenever I had to give my address to anyone, I'd tell them I lived "on Templeton Drive, like the rat." Sometimes people got it, sometimes they didn't. I was always impressed when the did.Sasquatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06602445491422351810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-55222440665087349832007-03-03T18:11:00.000-05:002007-03-03T18:11:00.000-05:00Yuck-ay.The other day I went out to lunch with sev...Yuck-<EM>ay</EM>.<BR/><BR/>The other day I went out to lunch with several coworkers. We were going to hit up Krystal, for whatever reason--the weekend meterologist decided that Krystal sounded <EM>so good</EM> that we just <EM>had</EM> to go there. (Not that I have anything against sliders, mind you. It's just when I go out to lunch from work, I usually like something a little more...interesting?)<BR/><BR/>Anyway, when we arrived, the same guy suddenly had a complete change of tune. "Okay, no, we can't eat here," he said, pointing at the health inspection sign. Krystal's had gotten a B.<BR/><BR/>"Seriously, after seeing those shows about the things people do in restaurants, I can't eat here," he said.<BR/><BR/>So we all piled back into the promotions girl's little car and went to Wendy's :)Heather Meadowshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04962932701620185508noreply@blogger.com