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| Global Soul Truck |
Welcome back my fellow grub fiends,
Another beautiful day of
CAHSEEs allowed us to enter school at the ripe time of 11:20am. The Fathers were split up because of the
stoop block schedule (Periods 1-3-5). Lunch was after first period, which totally messed up our
grub schedule, but we still had to go tough. I realized that food trucks were swarming around 6th and Wilshire; something wonderful out of the ordinary. Through text, the Fathers decided that we were down for these
food-vending vehicles. Mladen came a long, another pleasant surprise.
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| Hot Mess Sandwich |
The Treasurer was
back in action. Speeding down the lanes of Lincoln Blvd. at 5 mph we looked like the
stoopest baschs on the block. Avoiding 5 accidents in all, including one with a police officer, we found parking across the street from
Sōka Gakkai. I have no idea what this
Buddhist shit is, but crazy fools in suits were chanting their language all over the place. They all were grubbing really tough though, so we ignored them instead of giving them the
good ole' PYT. What were they grubbing on exactly? In a tightly packed line, we saw Cool Haus, Global Soul, Kabob 'n Roll, Vizzi, and Let's Be Frank. A pretty good lineup if you ask me. Our choice of mobile grubbery was easy though:
Global Soul. A relatively new truck on the scene, we were impressed by their internationally diverse menu. We all decided on the same thing, which was a tasty little sandwich minus the little, called the
Hot Mess Sandwich. It was a delicious bun with
Louisiana Hot Links smothered with
griddled onions and
red peppers. I could not stop myself from ordering it with a
fried egg sitting on top. It was a great price for a
chaotic gourmet sandwich.
Okla wanted some grub too, but
couldn't fux with meat because of Ash Wednesday. Again, we do not know what this day is;
everyday is grubday. He settled with three (3)
sliders with chickpea and
chimi-creme fraiche, which came with a side of
truffle popcorn a la
Vizzi Truck. He said it was quite delicious.
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| So What, I Drink Jamba Upside Down |
Today was an
abnormally hot day. We had to get our
Jamba fix. Who cares what we ordered, everything there is delicious. Except
bikini-rocking cankle stoop baschs. Yes we ran into one of those. So grimy. The Jamba helped us not pass out from the hotness of the day.
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| Bikini-Rocking Cankle Stoop Basch |
The following paragraph is
graphic,
paralyzing, and
nightmare-inducing. You have been warned. Getting back to school, we had no idea what time the bell was supposed to ring, signifying the end of our
daily grub period. Running to the gate to ensure our safety, a
pedo-mustache security guard snatched our school IDs... Yes, we should have
PYT'd this shitty guard on sight, but we were outnumbered, with a high presence of police in the area. We were overwrought with the thoughts that our
grubbing privileges were about to be revoked. We sat through the rest of school in a
state of delirium. The final bell rang, and we sprinted over to the same security guard who had confiscated our IDs. We confronted the
dumb basch, who proceeded to give us our IDs back,
off-campus pass and all. He no longer had back-up and saw what would be unleashed if he decided not to comply with our demands.
Don't mess with GTWL.
Aidan Hamilton
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