Friday, July 01, 2005

Greater than Gold, Frankincense, and at least as good as Myrrh

My dad returned to the land of maple and hockey last night, and he brought smuggled presents. Much like stolen fries, smuggled presents are waaaay better than regular ones.

And the present was....A Chick-Fil-A.

Now, I am not a patriotic man, but I couldn't help humming "Sweet land of Liberty" ala Homer Simpson when he saw that toilet in Australia rigged to make the water flow the American way.

There is simply nothing on earth like a Chick-Fil-A. For those of you who have never had one, I almost weep at your loss. And for those of you who get to taste them whenever you so choose, do not take that gift for granted, like our precious freedoms, the air we breathe, or the opportunity to behold with stupefaction the wonder that is Paris Hilton. Cherish every sandwich you get, and shed a tear for those who've been left behind

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