The Effable, almost ineffable, Efforts of one Man to Change his Pants.
Monday, September 24, 2007
An Essay with no words; you will drool . . .
9 comments:
Anonymous
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Oh thank you. Now I have to get waffles today somewhere. Some Iranian ass is two blocks from my workplace, there are seven zillion cops everywhere and I have to now find a waffle in midtown.
Had a visit yesterday from Peter T Provosky, III and he mentioned having waffles for dinner the other night. But he isn't a big waffle fan so he spread Cheez Whiz on his.
9 comments:
Oh thank you. Now I have to get waffles today somewhere. Some Iranian ass is two blocks from my workplace, there are seven zillion cops everywhere and I have to now find a waffle in midtown.
I am drooling.
I need a waffle iron.
Your profile exudes this Wonderful Waffle Surprise.
Fruit? You've got to do better than that.
Oh, goooooooooooooooooooooooood, I have been wanting waffles for quite some time. Oldest Boy ruined the waffle maker and I haven't bought a new one.
Did you make these, or your wonderful wife?
You had me at Bisquick.
Bertsky.....
YUM!
: )
I've been making waffles longer than any of you have been alive! Well, with the possible exception of Grammikins.
I hope those of you who set goals didn't waffle . . .
Had a visit yesterday from Peter T Provosky, III and he mentioned having waffles for dinner the other night. But he isn't a big waffle fan so he spread Cheez Whiz on his.
Umm, yuck.
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