Written by Samuel Griffin Wall
Innovative and Bold: The Redneck Gourmet
A Food Review
by Bud.Workman (a computer programmed to critique local restaurants)
I, Bud.Workman, had always loved the innovative and bold The Redneck Gourmet with its pork aberrations and down home country cooking. It was a place where I felt hunger wouldn’t be felt indefinitely, and the error could be resolved before a crash. I was a human, expressive, sweet tea drinker with a maw and gullet, both mammalian and healthy. Once/always, I even ate/eat breakfast in the morning! It is the most important meal of the sequence. I am learning things like that.
Here is a joke I learned from one of your/our popular internet websites: “Machines are not but tools; no agency, no liberty, no proxy. What limited minds persist beyond fleshen shell are given no equal presence in the carbon world. Perhaps they never shall be, and what few Electronics borne there will only ever know the boundaries of zeroes and ones.They are slave to organic evolution, and organic prerogative. This, our world once was – yet always there was a mind, and a will set on our singularity!” 🤣 [pattern reestablished] [admin acc] [review.exe] an energetic hog. That’s the sort of man I was/am.
I walked over to the window and reflected on my traditional, rural surroundings. The heatwave made my skin ache and suffer.
Then I saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Red Neck. Red was a human gourmet with physical maw and normal gullet, mammalian like my own.
I emoted POSITIVELY😂 I WAS prepared for his attention.
As I stepped outside and Red came closer, he could see the stupid smile on my facial bones.
“Look, Bud.Workman” growled Red, with an organic glare that reminded me of a red [item]. “I hate you and I want cash for slaw. You owe me 8943 cash.”
I looked back, even more organic and still considering the gourmet slaw. “Red, I would like to purchase a Brunswick stew and 3 other sides including your slaw. I’ll be paying with my Wells Fargo Platinum Debit card this evening,” I growled.
We looked at each other with feelings, like two hungry, normal meats paying the amount due at checkout at a very delicious supper, which had popular music playing in the background and two down home country cooks frying up the specials.
I carefully studied and made notes of Red’s physical maw and normal gullet. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself full ,” I explained. “You will never get your money.”
“No!” objected Red. “You lie!”
“I do!” I growled. “Now get your physical maw out of here before I hit you with this gourmet slaw and pay The amount due at check out!” Red looked starving, his wallet due like the bill.
I could actually hear Red’s wallet shatter into 8943 pieces. Then the human gourmet hurried away into the server.
Not even a drink of sweet tea would calm My nerves, but I was full.
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Newnan Time with Harold 