Notes from the Golden Orange
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The Buca di Beppo restaurant in Irvine is closing tomorrow. We stopped in this evening for a final meal. It was a sad occasion. Buca has been one of our culinary mainstays for over a decade. Here we are laughing to keep from crying:
We had antipasto salad and baked ziti, a very close call over the spicy chicken rigatoni.
I had a friendship with [Donald Sterling], so for him to then make these alleged comments about myself … there’s no place in our society for it. — Magic Johnson
There’s no place in our society for what? For people who say, “Don’t post pictures of Magic Johnson on Instagram”?
I say there’s no place in our society for affected morons who use intensive pronouns (“myself”) in place of personal pronouns (“me”).
Someone made a cutting remark about a friend behind their back? Absolutely shocking! If everyone knew what their friends say about them behind their back, civilized society would collapse.
Grow up, you simpleton . . .
[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE]
Congratulations, Americans! Your lives have become so trivialized that you think the most important issue facing your country is how many Magic Johnson photos get posted to Instagram.
See you in Hell . . .
Years ago, if you wanted to show your friends a picture of your food, you’d have to break out the palette and the easel and paint one. Time-consuming!
Another way life gets better and better thanks to computers . . .