Mexican Roadhouse Lunch Bunnies (or why is all my blogger shit in Norweigan?)

I’ve got another extra at FTTW. Today I tell the story of being hunted by Orangutans on the Island of Borneo, last year. And if that isn’t enough bullshit to turn your eyes brown, you can read the crap below.

OK, I didn’t wake up early as planned due to my inept handling of the alarm clock. However, the reason I wanted to get up early was to partake in Mexican Lunch Day, being celebrated at the noon meal-breakfast for me. If you know me, you know I cannot eat upon waking unless it is Deer Season and I have my .35 caliber buddy sitting next to me whilst I consume breakfast burritos and coffee.

So, I have to get up an hour early and then I can eat lunch food for a late breakfast. Well, despite my inability to slide the little button on my alarm clock ONE notch to the left, I began dreaming of Mexican food right around my normal wake-up time and sat bolt upright, salivating. Still salivating and day-dreaming of fajitas and guacamole, I decided to hit lunch even before coffee-oooooooooh.

The fajitas were heaven, the guacamole angels singing. I covered everything with fresh sliced jalapenos, like the tears of god sprinkled across my plate and there the metaphors and similes end. I am overstuffed and just a little bit uncomfortable. The coffee burns after sliced jalapenos. It is a good burn, reminding me of Deer Season. Was that an analogy?