2 Degrees of Separation

Y’all, you can, if you ignore the fact that we emerged out of the same cooter and now live together, connect the Butcher and me in just two degrees.


Check this.  I have a reader, we’ll call her “E” and the Butcher has a friend, we’ll call her “S.”  E saw a picture of the Butcher here and then saw a picture of the Butcher over at S’s place and, apparently, E was all like, “What the fuck?  That looks like the same dude!”  She asked S about it, but S only knows the Butcher and E only knows Tiny Cat Pants.  No one was really sure if he was the same guy or not.


So, a flurry of emails between S and the Butcher are exchanged and there it is.  The Butcher knows someone who knows someone who knows me.


I don’t know why that tickles the shit out of me, but it does.

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Caeser’s

As a side note, it’s too bad that the boycott of Tiny Cat Pants by a certain party… some parties… hmm… come to think of it, I have no idea how many people are boycotting Tiny Cat Pants.  I know we’ve lost one commenter, but he could have taken with him a few silent observers, as well.  Anyway, if you’re a silent observer, I’m glad to have you here, but, for obvious reasons, I’m not going to be heartbroken if you boycott me.  In fact, I won’t know that you’re boycotting me.  Part of the only way a boycott can be successful is to announce said boycott, in which case you are no longer a silent observer, just by definition.  Anyway, let’s just assume there’s only one boycotter because only one has made himself known.  Said boycotter sent me an email saying "Eh, Caesar’s?  Not so much.  Other folks like it, but it’s not that great."  Now, I could have taken his wise council, but how could I trust it was wise council?  He’s boycotting Tiny Cat Pants.  He could have steered me away from a perfectly good restaurant as a way to escalate the boycott.

Sadly, no.  He was just giving me his honest, and, it turns out, correct opinion on the place.  On the one hand, that’s good news, as the shape and scope of the boycott remains clear and relatively reasonable.  On the other hand, I wish I’d listened.

So, listen to me young people standing in line waiting to get into Caesar’s: Do you see that Turkish place just down the plaza?  There’s no line there.  Go there.  Get their Turkish ravioli.  You can thank me later.

So, Caesar’s… overall, not that great.  I would not recommend it, since you can do the same thing at home. 

However, they do have this awesome appetizer that is three little loafs of garlicy bread with folded pepperoni on top and then covered in melted cheese.  This thing is so good that I would recommend you go there and just get that.

Anyway, Tiny has made the Shill look more like an overstuffed sausage than a wise Buddha, and she has this plan to get a t-shirt with barbed wire printed on it so that people will know not to touch her stomach.  At Walmart, she used various fruits and melons to give us an idea of how big her uterus is, which was good fun.

And then, through a series of misadventures, we learned that Davidson county has a special wing of the jail for pregnant women.  Ha, I’m just kidding, Legal Eagle.  We did not go to jail.  But I had you scared there for a minute, didn’t I?