Saturday, April 5, 2008
RIP Mr. Fry Daddy, RIP
Alright boys and girls, queue the half staff flag and the sad, slow trumpet that brings tears and gives chills to any good man at every military funereal. Because today, my friends…today is a sad, sad day. Today we have lost a dear friend. I’ll start from the beginning.
So things are as they normally are, at the casa de B, even up to the point where someone cries out, “hey, we should deep fry something.” I had a beer in hand, a smile on my face, and one of those schoolboy anxieties like you would not believe. Things were great, really great, you know? And then it happened.
We should do's were flying in from all directions in true surround sound and the new ideas for the ultimate homemade snack were at an all time high. It was a beautiful moment. And then it happened. I slide the plug fearlessly into the outlet and right away I knew something was wrong. Fry Daddy was not responding. A feeling came over me that I have not felt since the first Christmas without Santa. Nothing could be worse. I started thinking of all the good times we shared over the last several months and how much it has taught me about myself. “Where do I go from here” I ask myself. How will I sleep tonight?
So I ask of you, my brothers and sisters, to please keep me in your thoughts over the next few days as this is sure to be a hard time. I am sure that with time I will find a way to recover from the void that is now left in my soul. And for those of you wondering where you can make your donations at such a difficult time please send check or money order to www.frymedaddy.com.