I've realized today, I probably think about food more than sex. So to the average male, that's a lot of thinking about food. I love food, I love to cook, I live to eat. I mean, I can easily double-handedly pleasure myself to an image of that string of hot moozarella that connects my hairless chin to the apex of a slice of deep-dish. Ladies always come second to bacon cheddar western BBQ burger. I have deep fried pancakes in bacon grease. Really.
And on this meat-less Lenten Friday, I really want steak tacos bad. Lets explain. In order to show my devotion to the lord, I forego the indulgence of meat & poultry on every Friday during Lent. But today, the Lucifer is sitting on my right shoulder, with a megaphone and a porterhouse screaming "MEAT! MEAT! MEAT, " while Jesus is on my left, shaking his head, with a frozen tilapia filet and pepper & egg sangwich. I fight them, I tell you. I fight them hard. And you know what, the Deveel just might win this time. For some reason, during Lent, I am very sensitive and vulnerable. Not unlike Diane Lane from that boner-inducing cinematic thriller, "Unfaithful."
But will Jesus still love me If today, this LENTEN FRIDAY, I indulge in a low-grade steak taco from a dirty Burrito stand? I think he will, cause...the Passion of the Jesus is not only for the good of the Peeps, but the Passion of the Jesus is for the eating of the meats. Yea Meat! MEat! MEAT!
