Tang want food and beer
The liquor store I frequent has a pet cat.
If you ask me, it's more like the pet cat has a liquor store I frequent.
This cat is a barrel-chested ball of orange fluff that must weigh 30 pounds.
We call him Tang, because that seems like a fitting name for such a large, slow-moving feline.
TANG HUNGRY! TANG THIRSTY!
I tried to pick up Tang once -- and barely got him off the ground.
Asked the guy behind the counter the other day -- his real name is Tony. So we weren't too far off.
I like Tang better.
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "
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"Hello, is this President Clinton? Good! I figured if anyone knew where to get some Tang, it'd be you....Shut up!"
And another thing: how come I can't get no Tang 'round here?
If you are keeping score at home, that's the second Deep Space Homer reference S. Sessa has set up. Keep up the good work, SS!
Posted by: JTK | November 26, 2007 11:22 AM
Haha, well said, that enormous cat runs the place, you can't go in there without him coming up to you and staring/rubbing your leg.
Posted by: Bob | November 27, 2007 10:46 AM