Workin’ on those gray streaks like Hunter Rose.
This item at a Roanoke pastry shop reads “I survived a nail trim.”
There’s a lesson here for writers, though – if you’re unsure of your font or word spacing, ass a friend.
It’s like the Westerosi sigil for House Unmarried. (A delicious sigil.)
But, damn, I miss the baked mac-and-cheese served at Mary Washington College. I know I’m not the only one.
Pal of mine built a custom deck for his backyard; he got offended when I referred to it as a “porch.”
Admittedly, it was a porch choice of words.
Thank you to everybody who made my birthday a happy one yesterday, including the many cool people who called or sent messages.
You brought a smile to an old man’s face. 😉
Because omelettepus sounds too weird.
Don’t lie. You know you want some.
It’s … Irish-Italian fusion cooking, or something.
Delicious. It’s delicious; let’s just leave it at that.
By the way … asking someone to pronounce the word “spaghetti” is a reliable way of testing whether or not they are a vampire.
Because there are two things in this world I cannot resist. One is octopus and the other is a decent portmanteau.
Nurse Your Favorite Heresies in Whispers
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 