The other night, I lit the grill and whooped up some of that "carne asada" that you here so much about these days. It was awesome, and if you want to try Carne Asada for yourself, you just need the following: meat, and grill. You see, "carne asada" means grilled meat or steak. The ad folks just thought the name was catchy, so they started the "now with carne asada steak!" or grilled steak meat. This is not the first time they have busted out some catchy crap that swept the nation. I know you remember Certs with retsin. Folgers with flavor crystals, and so on. I just hate it when some new word for a new anything starts swirling, and people get all caught up in trying to say it more than anyone else. Or sell it more. It just shows how simple we are as a species. Lets go get a sandwich, made on CIABATTA bread. Lets ask for ARUGULA on it. Lets pour on some CHIPOLTLE sauce. No, I'm not that hungry, lets just have TAPAS. If you don't know one, or any of these words, don't feel bad. I suppose that once you have re-wrote the menu at "Fridays" a thousand times or so, you have to come up with new descriptions for the same old shit. It goes further than food though, and pretty well reaches every part of daily activity. I was listening to someone talking about PILATE'S this morning. Ten years ago, at least where I grew up, it was called Yoga. And, ten years before that, stretching. Don't fall for advertisers crap.
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Yes, and when journals were called diaries? Remember when diaries were called memoirs? I can even remember way back when you were cool. It used to be about the music, Ron. What happened to you man? The rest of the guys and I have talked, we want you out of the band. And this time, for good. Dont forget that amp is mine.
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