Me old buddy, the enigmatic cajun balls au vin, called me tonite. Always good to hear from the boy. He still works for a cafeteria chain, for whom the bell once toiled for me, which will remain nameless.
We talked shop, and I asked him how the troops were doing. Seems two of the stores in the metro area had been hit by the health department. One store scored an 80 on the initial visit, and when they returned for a re-inspection, seems they got a 67 for their efforts. The other store's score was so bad they wouldn't divulge the score to cajunballs.
Damn, I hate that!
C.B. also raved about the Saints being 2-0 and meeting the Atlanta Falcons [ 2-0 ] this upcoming Monday night. The first game played in the Superdome since Katrina.
C.B. also headed to Auburn this past Saturday to see his Tigers play the, er, Tigers. Unfortunately for C.B. the game was a defensive slugfest with LS and U getting the short end of the stick. [ pun unintended ]
Me and cajun balls will always be buddies. We lived and breathed the horrors of Hell Whole for many years together. It was nice hearing from the boy.
Dem cajuns will eat anything, eh? v.c.
P.S. And as Edward Morris would say: "Dem thing's nasty."
P.S.S. Click here for tonite's song!
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