Woooah, it's 9:30 PM and I just got home from work. Thus, no Goulash today. Just find a boozed up derelict and ask him to talk about dinosaurs or something; you pretty much get the same effect that way.
UPDATE.
As the first members of the Royal Order of Goulash to tackle the institution of marriage, allow me to congratulate Eric and Kristin on their engagement. Now, I must offer some blessings up for them. May both of you grow old and prosperous together, and maybe look into getting a gazebo at some point. May your first child be a masculine child, with a cool car and a neat haircut. May your second child be a bit of a disappointment at first, only to get her act together in college and become a wealthy periodontist. May your third child redefine the way all of us come to appreciate macaroni-based dishes. Finally, may children 4-13 form the world's greatest jug band, and perform as the featured act on many, many Carnival cruises. Congrats, you two.
Oh, my local congressman is going to hear about this!
Posted by: Danza at May 20, 2004 11:20 PMThat was some great advice! I never thought I could learn so much from a guy that poops in a trashcan behind Jason’s Deli. Did you know that a time traveling stegosaurus was responsible for the first ever ice cream sandwich?
Posted by: the dude at May 21, 2004 12:50 AMThey're not going to like it if I say this, but pooping in a trash can behind Jason's Deli is the one true path to enlightenment. Let's keep that between us.
Posted by: Cody at May 21, 2004 8:26 AMPath to enlightenment eh? And here I just thought it was the way to get intestinal parasites.
Posted by: dude at May 21, 2004 5:07 PMHear ye! Hear ye! Danza and KC are pleased to announce our love for Goulash has grown into an undeniable love for each other and we are engaged to be married.
Carry on.
Posted by: Danza at May 21, 2004 6:54 PM