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Email  Mr. Wrong  Must Be Jam  Smell Of Steve, Inc.  By Joe
MacLeod | Posted 6/25/2008  Man, I'm real hungry. Seriously, all
I had to eat was two pork chops, all day. No, wait, I had
breakfast at a diner, but it wasn't that good, so maybe that's
why my stomach forgot about it. It was some eggs (scrambled) and
bacon and home fries and rye toast. Why is toasted rye bread
almost a special order at some of these diners? Plus, it's not
even usually, like a real rye bread, it's some sorta skwushy
bread with a coupla seeds in it. And what the fuck is it with
some of these cheap-ass diners and the goddamn jelly they give
you with your toast? I have nothing against jelly, OK? Grape
jelly I enjoy on peanut butter and saltine crackers especially,
but it's like I go in these diners and get some toast and they
bring out that fucking basket, or worser still, it's already out
on the table with a buncha greasy-ass butters from like 10 hours
ago and some of thos