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Took a half day off work today so that I could take

acsumama to breakfast before they took off for parts west. It was their first opportunity to taste grits, and they weren't impressed. Of course, the grits at Bryant's aren't especially good, so they're a poor example of what they can be in the right hands--my hands, for instance.

We discussed plans for a business selling Giant Roadside Aluminum Crosses that would burst into flame at the touch of a button, which we could sell to target markets of religious fundamentalists and klansmen. We also discussed the ins and outs of immigration law as it relates to decent Mexican food and drinking, and the recent expansion of Siskind Susser in Memphis, which would have made the cross-country road trip considerably shorter.

We commented on the mythical Mason-Dixon line becoming the "Waffle House--IHOP Line," and I commented that a more accurate measure would be the "White Castle-Krystal Line," which brought a stare of confusion from crankyliberal proving the truth of my theory, and I revealed that the secret drunken White Castle-esque burger was available in doughnut shops in and around New Orleans, but it was a secret. I showed them the secret ZTA handshake.

While we were in the restaurant, "Britney Spears and Keven Federline" entered with their oldest child. They looked like they'd been in a fight.

Then back to the hotel, with parting wishes and fruit flavored cereal. I do not believe that much was accomplished in regards to our plans to take over the world, but we'll work on that one next time.