Dear Evil Discussor... Did you just spend the entire long weekend writing knock knock jokes about Trader Joe's?
And here they are.
I'll cashew later, I'm heading to Trader Joe's.
Lettuce go to Trader Joe's. I'm out of Chicken Chili Verde Enchiladas.
Oh nuts! This line is way too long.
Chicken in is no problem, now that there's no line outside. But checking out still takes quite a while.
Beefore you get in the check-out line, grab a tub of those Cat Cookies. They're super tasty.
No, they don't sell it there. They only sell stuff from their own private label. There might be a Trader Joe's chocolate beverage equivalent though.
And there you have it. That's all I've got. I know, it was an entire long weekend, but whatever. That's like almost two knock knock jokes a day, right? Or a joke and a half or something. Either way, that's pretty effing good. And yeah, that Chicken one barely makes sense, but come on. Stop judging. Anyways, I'll keep going on these. At least until I have enough to publish a beautifully photographed Taschen-style oversized arthouse coffee table book, or just a pocketbook bathroom reader (haven't decided yet) entitled 101 Knock Knock Jokes About Trader Joe's (That Are Sure To Have Them Rolling In The Frozen Mexican Snack Food Aisle). If you've got any, let me know. Because maybe we can go in on this together, you know. Split the crazy-ass profits, quit work and just blog to our little heart's content. You and me, blogging together like little blogging blog lovers.
Actually, you know what, you can blog all you want. Go right fucking ahead, Bilbo Bloggins. I'll be spending my newfound time and wealth doing other, more pleasurable things. Like, say, getting foot massages. And back massages. And, come to think of it, front massages too. A lot a lot of front ones.
Dear Evil Discussor... Did you just spend another morning feverishly rewriting the lyrics to Mambo #5?