Signs of the Times

Today i went to the Target in West Hollywood. Some people refer to it as "Tar-gay" since it's frequented by West Hollywood's resident queers. I spent almost $80 on such things as trash bags, toxic cleaners and laundry detergent. I also decided to try out the new Baja Fresh. I should have picked up some Tums while I was at Target. I wonder what would happen if people everywhere started ordering "easy grease" or "only a little bit of lard with that" or "can you blot my fries, please, so i don't have to take fifty of your napkins to do it myself?"

Regardless, i used my fork to press the oil out to the far end of my enchiladas, similar to the way one salvages the final toothpaste from the tube. I could have used what pooled on my plate to fuel my way home if i had one of those engines that runs on fast food refuse. I will stay away from Baja Fresh for a while.

After i finished upstairs i took the escalator down to the parking lot. Although i have photoshopped the image, i guarantee the plate is real. See what i mean by Targay?