Gruborious

The Slice Effect Combo

The past two days have been a new chapter in the book of grubbing. The frontiers of both the lifestyle and the founding father's minds have been expanded beyond a point anyone expected.

On Thursday night we were told by the Treasurer that a reporter from the Samohi would be joining us on our friday mish. At first we had a FB debate over where to take this welcomed guest, but this debate was useless and we were all dumb baschs for forgetting that being Friday we must pursue the slice effect.

When lunch finally rolled around, we thanked Mr. Coods for his economic tutelage and dipped as fast as we could to our cars. When we finally got to slice we were tired, hungry, and ready to grub tough. As we walked in we noticed the basch workers had not yet put our plack up on the wall. This infuriated the fathers, but they said their owner hadn't been in yet and it was he who would hang it up. So stoop but it was good enough to calm our peyronies for the moment. The usual mix of pizza, fries, drinks, and basch was ordered then consumed. It was all together a typical slice effect friday and not noteworthy except for the welcomed presence of a trio of persian grubbers (Kia, Navid, and Elia), a grubber who has often been mistaken as being persian (Mladen), and the much anticipated reporter Nadine.

Kibs grubbing on that Pepp n Olive tip. 

Later that evening, I joined Denny Franklin, the HNIC, Mladen Popov, and BK69 on a special grubventure to In-In-Out. Everyone grubbed extremely tough and was satisfied with their meal. I ordered an animal style burger for the first time, and I PYT'd myself for never having tried it before. I assure you that won't be my last.

After In-In-Out we headed to Benny's house, who had decided to throw another small party as the week before. The founding father's were overjoyed once again to celebrate together (all FF's were present). Aidan Hamilton even bought a frozen BBQ chicken pizza and cooked it up and ate it all himself (that baschtard wouldn't share with anyone).

Later on that night, after grubbing on a fire Holy Guacomole burrito for the first time (don't worry I PYD'd myself again), Aidan, BK69 and I all decided to walk to the North-East corner of Santa Monica from Benny's house in the South-East corner of SM (we were also joined by Franklin and Popov but they were being baschs in their own little worlds). It was an adventure full of near arrests but the worst point was when we attempted to go into Swingers but they said they were closing (never go to Swingers they wouldn't let us grub clamming it was too late but we all know GRUB DOESN'T SLEEP!). Despite this setback we had a deep existential discussion that opened our minds to new levels of consciousness. The most important philosophical conclusion of it all as followers of the GTWL to be that we live to grub and we grub to live.

Morning Grubbings

After finally getting home at 3:45 A.M., I had a good night sleep only to be woken up by a call from Aidan at 10 A.M. telling me to go to eat with him and Kian at an old standard grubbery--Bagel Nosh. I got up reluctantly, but was extremely happy once the grub hit my lips (I PYD'd myself a third time for being reluctant). Bagel Nosh, located on 17th and Wilshire, is the best place to get breakfast in the northside of Santa Monica, it has great deals and quick service and the most fire grub.

Looking back on the last two days we ate so much. We ate enough to make a dieting man cry. We ate at enough places to keep our ever expanding stomach's happy. In the end grubbing is the life we have chosen. Grubbing tough is the life we live. Peace.

-Sam Adams