I eat food.I eat trout and mashed potatoes and spaghetti and Twinkies. I love food. Food is sexy to me, but you don’t control my body! I’m gonna have an abortion. But you try to chop me down at my knees. You try to take who I am and what I believe in, and my feelings, and my feelmotions, and my emolings, which are the feelings in my molars. Chomp chomp on insecurity! Chomp chomp on celery, which has no carbs!
What I know is that one in every ten black men in America is in jail. I know that three out of every five Asian women is in jail. And yet we move slowly like snails. Escargot get yourself a conscience! And where are you? You’re at the Olive Garden. What can you eat at the Olive Garden? Trout! What can you eat at the Olive Garden? Spaghetti!
All I know is that when I’m at the Olive Garden, I’m family, which means that I borrowed $10,000 from the waiter and never paid him back. But all you do is smoke your drugs and your trouts and you think to yourself, “What do I have? I have doubts. What’s inside of me, a cream filling?” No, you motherfucking Twinkie, it’s not a cream feeling. It’s a cream filling. “That’s one big Twinkie.” That’s from the movie “Ghostbusters”!
When we sit down for our Last Supper and we see all the plates in front of us. Maybe have a little trout, maybe have some mashed potatoes. And you know what goes good with both of those? Fried chicken. You know who loves fried chicken? Black people! You know who else loves fried chicken? Everybody! That shit is delicious food!