tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20455466.post8909824705839137872..comments2010-11-17T23:31:36.109-06:00Jeremy Gibbensnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20455466.post-57849047635728363272010-11-17T23:31:36.109-06:002010-11-17T23:31:36.109-06:00I&#39;ve never tasted a McRib.<br /><br />I&#39;d probably like it. But I&#39;m going to continue not to have one.<br /><br />See, I used to be able to say that I wasn&#39;t too cool for many things, but I was definitely too cool for karaoke. Then a coworker conned me into it for a morale-boosting meeting, and I did it, and the version of the song played was in a different key from the version to which I had practiced, and I sucked, and THAT sucked, because I had wanted to do it well as opposed to humorously. (It was Del Shannon&#39;s &quot;Runaway,&quot; one of the greatest rock &#39;n&#39; roll songs of all time.)<br /><br />All that to say that I&#39;m still not going to eat a McRib, because dammit, I have to be too cool for something. The too cool for something I have chosen is that I&#39;m not going to eat a McRib.<br /><br />Because I&#39;m, you know, too cool for it.<br /><br />And stuff.Bohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06312269183841867239noreply@blogger.com