This Purveyor...

...of Texas culture, high end living and fine cuisine went out and had himself a heaping plate of, no, not barbecue, but SUSHI. I am trying to wrap my head around this, but, alas, I am left in a pile of boney ruble . I suspect it was not really the experience he was after, as suggested by his lovely lady, but rather practice. As I sleuth my way through my synapses for an explanation to this betrayal of meat and potatoes revelry, I suspect it was a cleverly designed plot by said lady. Could it be that the dickmeister couldn't eat the BIG TUNA!!! Horrors of culinary horrors. Or should that be cunnilingual horrors? I am stunned by this revelation that my sodium induced axions have given me insight to. Alas, I am a broken man. Another hero falls...Just damn...