I grabbed breakfast at the airport before boarding my flight to San Diego. Bad idea. 🙂 The “Western Wrap” I purchased at the Green Leaf restaurant near the Southwest gates gave me no shortage of grief for the seven hours I spent on a plane today. Flat out laid me low. Only now am I feeling human again.
I recommend you steer clear of that place if you’re in a bind and need food before flying. Ugh.
Now it’s off to find some peanut butter and jelly for sandwiches. That’s about all I can stomach right now. For real.
Ham here, ham there
Kin folks said bad ham everywhere
Tell me who ate the big old ham plate
Sliced up great, but forgot to refrigerate
the Holly Farms
like a littly piggy dream
eating bad ham on a whole new scene
Uh
Pork chop it don’t stop it
slice it or dice it, fry it up we’ll slop it
Said it was the ham but I don’t believe it
Said it was the ham no reason was needed
for you to see
the b-i-g problem that we
h-a-d with his story
was he was driz-unk, but he thiz-unk
it was the ham
hot damn for bad ham
yeah
Left it out overnight, prone to disease
it’s like them more bad ham we come across
the more sicker we be
[repeat]
B-A-D H-A-M, you see
that’s what made him P-U-K-E
he dug on swine to find, this one time
it should have been bovine
uh
his hamness supreme, stay clean
from food poisoning
put the ham in the fridge ya’ll
and don’t dig, on rotten porky pig
uhm
flossin’ a jig on a slab of brother ham
ham boy, please, leave the swine on the side, g.