Friday, October 24, 2008
The Onion: A Place of Special Chocolate Magic
I forgot lunch today — for the first time, I might add — and went wandering for food. Just as I was walking past the Chicago office of The Onion, there was a breeze, and the air filled with the smell of chocolate. I have now declared that spot the best spot in the world. Somebody later told me that the smell is coming from a chocolate factory somewhere in the West Loop. I prefer to think of it as the result of special magic that happens when you stand in front of The Onion.
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I once stood outside this building yelling, "Give Me Job" over and over again for a good 5-10 minutes. I was wearing a fake moustache, that way they'll never know it's me if I ever have the opportunity to work with The Onion. That is, of course, unless I grow a fake moustache.
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