the belly of the beast
I drank a diet pepsi. Its lasting effects come in the form of egg burps and a mild case of insomnia. I have egg burps because about an hour ago, I had a small plate of my mother’s delicious Palabok and I fucking drowned that shit with chopped up hard boiled egg. For those of you keeping track at home, my belly is stuffed with noodles, whatever it is they put in Palabok sauce (I think it’s the same sauce Ed uses in Good Burger), hard boiled eggs, ground up chicharon, marinated in that evil concoction of caramel and caffeine (which was at one point invented to alleviate stomach pains only to do the complete reverse effect years later, the downfall of civilization). I of course failed to mention that today was Girl Scout Cookie delivery day. So along with the aforementioned ambrosia of carbs and carbonation, you can sprinkle on 13, count em, 13 whole Tagalong cookies. For the uninformed, a Tagalong is a sweet peanut butter wafer encased in a succulent shell of milk chocolate. They are not only delectable; they are dangerous.
All of this is settled into one menacing blob: the byproduct of Southern Cali dining and dozens upon dozens of epic beer pong games that almost always have to last until the last disgusting cup. Project: Fight Club Body may need an extension.
At least it was a diet pepsi.
