Food For Thought

So this morning, with a couple hours of campaign work ahead of me, I figured it couldn't hurt to have a Babe Ruth kind of breakfast Bambino-style. This is what I had:

First, I called up one of those escort services to send somebody over 'cause when I've got a nice spread on my table, I enjoy a tidbit of chat with my meal, which was a T-bone steak (medium rare), three eggs (scrambled), half a pint of bourbon (Jim Beam), hot dog (Armour bun-length frank), pot of coffee (black), a nice smoke (Viceroy), chicken leg (mock), the other half pint of Beam (bourbon), bowl of cereal (Trix), beef jerky (courtesy of my escort), another smoke along with some potato salad (homestyle), glass of water (tap), a little something I couldn't tell what it was so I threw it out (back of the refrigerator), four Dutch windmill cookies (Rippin' Good, I think), bottle of ice cold beer (Pabst).