tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post113042744387948956..comments2024-03-28T04:13:49.335-07:00Comments on Daily Gluttony: Speak Up Sonny, I Can't Hear You...Your Soup Is Too Salty!--Hamburger Hamlet, Sherman OaksDaily Gluttonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15185178140718692691noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131132254771113752005-11-04T11:24:00.000-08:002005-11-04T11:24:00.000-08:00duckduckgoose,Thanks for stopping by and commentin...duckduckgoose,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for stopping by and commenting! Yeah I heard the happy hour isn't bad. Some of my friends actually go to the Hollywood one for that. Oh, and I love the "cocoon" line!<BR/><BR/>Bandini,<BR/><BR/>You prolly gave some of those grannies a heart attack! LOL!Daily Gluttonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15185178140718692691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131102636148455702005-11-04T03:10:00.000-08:002005-11-04T03:10:00.000-08:00I have early childhood memories of being told off ...I have early childhood memories of being told off by my Mom at a hamburger hamlet. Apparently I jumped up on the table and pull down my shorts and gave the other patrons a sneak preview to an animated movie that wouldn't be released for at least another decade.El Bandinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03132445848776925335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131060635890342942005-11-03T15:30:00.000-08:002005-11-03T15:30:00.000-08:00The happy hour isn't bad and in the bar you're usu...The happy hour isn't bad and in the bar you're usually removed from the cocoon. I go to the one in Brentwood or the one on Motor near National. Free parking and cheap fried artichokes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131055873351322502005-11-03T14:11:00.000-08:002005-11-03T14:11:00.000-08:00Kirk,I know, kinda depressing huh? Oh well, as I ...Kirk,<BR/><BR/>I know, kinda depressing huh? Oh well, as I always say, "As long as you're young at heart!"<BR/><BR/>Elmo,<BR/><BR/>What you couldn't stand the Tootsie Roll turd anymore? ha ha<BR/><BR/>Dylan,<BR/><BR/>Does your midget friend live in the midget community in Long Beach? ha ha just kidding!Daily Gluttonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15185178140718692691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131044389550180212005-11-03T10:59:00.000-08:002005-11-03T10:59:00.000-08:00Pam, i've been over to the Hamburger Convalescent ...Pam, i've been over to the Hamburger Convalescent Home in West Hollywood. The second i walked in, i got stares from all the old customers. I was like "wait a minute, what era am i in right now???" I think the food is still better than your typical TGIF/Applebee's/Red Robin's/chotschkie's crap joint, but it just <I>feels so depressing</I> in there. i almost feel like i should get up on the table and start juggling bowling pins with my midget friend in a bozo suit to add some life in there.e d b mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00188768496767540955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1131036979943240262005-11-03T08:56:00.000-08:002005-11-03T08:56:00.000-08:00Oh thank God! Finally a post to push down the pho...Oh thank God! Finally a post to push down the photo of that chocolate turd from the top! HAHA!<BR/><BR/>Great post BTW. I can totally relate. I'm also *MMPHMMMM* in age...but I don't feel it really.<BR/><BR/>I'll leave you with my favorite line from the movie City Slickers:<BR/><BR/><I><B><BR/>Value this time in your life kids, because this is the time in your life when you still have your choices, and it goes by so quickly. When you're a teenager you think you can do anything, and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Your thirties, you raise your family, you make a little money and you think to yourself, "What happened to my twenties?" Your forties, you grow a little pot belly you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud and one of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother. Your fifties you have a minor surgery. You'll call it a procedure, but it's a surgery. Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it doesn't matter because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before. And you spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate in soft yogurt and muttering "how come the kids don't call?" By your eighties, you've had a major stroke, and you end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but who you call mama. Any questions?</I></B>elmomonsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14102068612919963395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953123.post-1130996943746831802005-11-02T21:49:00.000-08:002005-11-02T21:49:00.000-08:00Hey Pam - You know why the bisque is so salty...ok...Hey Pam - You know why the bisque is so salty...okay, so I won't go into the taste buds die as you get older stuff.....<BR/><BR/>I once walked into a Chinese Restaurant where I was the only person in the premises with his "own teeth"! Geez, what I've got to look forward to, huh?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com