While my search for a Choco Taco is aggravating and unfortunately ongoing, at least it hasn’t stopped me from discovering another culinary treasure — Trop50. This stuff is easily the best OJ I’ve ever had, but that’s word from a kid who has watered down his orange juice for over ten years.
On a side note, I’d get loose off a piece of Kyra Sydgwick, too. Word to Kevin Bacon.
For about the past five days now I’ve had a wicked case of the munchies. I keep eating all this garbage (PB&J’s topped with chocolate syrup and Cool Whip, HERSHEY’S bars dipped in peanut butter, and a few of these bad muh’fucka’s) because I can’t seem to find what I truly want: a Choco Taco. I feel like Woody Harrelson in Zombieland searching for the world’s last Twinkie, but, problem is, I’m not staying fit with any rigorous zombie-killing cardiovascular workouts.
Well, today is another day, which means my soon-to-be fat ass can swing through a couple more hood-markets to scope out their frozen novelty selection. Who knows why Choco Taco’s are so hard to find these days, especially when Klondike, the company who produces these delicious chocolate-covered ice cream-filled peanut-topped works of art, always has a prime amount of real estate in the freezer section.
Did people in Rhode Island seriously stop buying Choco Taco’s, or is this a worldly issue? I mean, they have a god damn Facebook page, so they must still be out there somewhere. Maybe Klondike decided to remove Choco Taco’s from the market after Urban Dictionary exposed their true origin, and this Facebook page is just an underground cult following of feces-worshiping weirdos. All I know is this — I don’t care. I want a Choco Taco. The ice cream kind, you sicko.
Courtesy of myself, cigarette smoking has become a reoccurring theme at The Echo Chamber Blog. Strange, seeing as I don’t necessarily endorse the inhalation of delicious tobacco smoke. I’m actually in the process of quitting for the hundredth time since high school — but no one out there gives a shit about that. Anyway, I’m here now because I rediscovered this link to Andrew Lindstrom’s “40 Gorgeous Vintage Tobacco Advertisements” post that has sat in my email for almost a year now and thought it was well worth sharing.
Usually I don’t mess around with material that is certain to be popping-up all over the web, but this Marco Polo remix of Diamond District’s “Who I Be” is nice…
The remix from Marco is nice, yes; but the Oddisee-produced original (which you can download for free along with the rest of In The Ruff) is also quite the ear-pleaser. The kid’s beats are grimier than your grandfather’s grundle. Peace.
This one comes from The Grouch and Eligh’s second LP together, Say G&E!. It’s the title track. Listen:
Shit is tight, and the album is probably some of the best stuff to come from any of the Living Legends members in a while now. The moment I heard Eligh refer to himself and his partner-in-rhyme as “generals of eclectic penmanship” I knew the album was a must-buy. And, although I thoroughly enjoyed it, there were a good thirty-or-so albums from ‘09 I liked better.
Still, with that said, ‘09 was a great year in music, and, regardless of the releases I would rank ahead of this one, Say G&E! deserves a TECB-plug nonetheless.
