Poetry.

My exprience with Ciroc.

Changes are good. we should keep them going. They make things fun. They teach us lessons.

Here is what my thoughts of the store.

Can you fathom eating your meat without sauce? -A hamburger without ketchup, mustard, mayo? A taco without salsa? Pizza without ranch? For some bachelors, condiments are all that can be found in their refrigerators. How many of us collect and keep the condiments given us by these fast food joints (don’t pretend like you don’t have a drawer full of them). Do you find the quirky sayings on the Taco Bell sauces amusing? Don’t we all have a favorite chicken nugget dipping sauce? Some of us prefer every flavor. Eating a plain hotdog is suicide to some of us in society. We lose our appetite, dishes lose their appeal. Meat, French fries, carrots, broccoli, etc. without condiments are like humans with no clothes: naked, blank canvas, downright embarrassing and most importantly illegal in public.

Awaiting the arrival of a dream…

Humorous poem about eating a slice of toast with connotations of having sex.

Can you find love on a love show.

Finding your soulmate.

A very short outburst of words that erupted from my mind in my kitchen.