:: December 28, 2001 - Last Lunch of 2001 ::

This is the last lunch you'll see until 2002. Yes Christian, Pizza! You bugged me enough, so here it is. =)

Happy New Year 2002 to all of the Lunch Lookie Loos out there. I hope that this upcoming year finds you both happy and prosperous. Honestly, I'm not really sad to see 2001 go. It didn't end up being very Stanley Kubrick. Maybe a little more Tom Clancy with some Nostradamus thrown in there.

Nothing like Auld Lang Syne on the bagpipes lads and lassies. She makes me want cry for me wee home province of New Scotland.

Pizza! Pizza! Little Ceasar's rocks! There's Hawaiian and Meatsa Meatsa.

Busted up shortbread cookies. I think Carol is trying to get rid of them. I guess we could have fed it to the squirrels.

Another sad banana. Oh well I love bananas anyway. Not fried in a peanut butter sandwich like Elvis though. Yikes. Sure, I'd like a heart attack please. NOT! Lots of folks say Elvis is still alive. I still say he's as dead as roadkill.



Diet Pepsi Twist. I'm glad Carol went for groceries yesterday. Diet Coke is like drinking liquified cardboard with dirty beach sand mixed in there. In other words, I don't really like it.



We'll probably end up spending New Year's Eve with Dick Clark from New York. His New Year's Rockin' Eve has become such an institution there's even slot machines with that theme in Vegas. How cheesy! What more should you expect from a plce with The Flying Elvi? Not much.