Triple decker game. Begin with one word, put one in the middle and end with the third word.

Words:

1. Styrofoam cup

2. Hamburgers

3. Stripes

I like my woman like I like my coffee, Asian and in Styrofoam cups.  That reminds me of this one time in Albuquerque when I ran into Samuel L. Jackson in a Diner.  You see, the movie Pulp Fiction really gelled with me as a child.  I would often act it out on the playground, bringing heroin needles from my druggy parent’s stash and playfully stabbing female classmates in the sternum.  You know, like when Uma Thurman overdoses? 

But that’s beside the point.  So, there I am and Samuel L. Jackson is eating a hamburger.  Grinning from ear to ear, I stop by the booth and extend my hand to him, hoping for the best.  He seems a little awkwarded out, but I want to show him how much I care about his work, so I pull out my nine and shove it against his temple shouting “English, motherfucker, do you speak it!” I gotta tell you, I’ve never had so much fun in my life.  Samuel was doing a fucking flawless rendition of the scared dude in the chair.  I’ve never seen such great acting.  Meanwhile everybody else is freaking the fuck out, they obviously haven’t seen the film before.  All said and done, it was great, but I really had to book it out of there.  Some patrons were quite upset.  I’m in the army now, as per mother’s orders.  She must not appreciate film culture as much as I do.  Oh well, as my mother says, camo is better than stripes.