This just in — Toaster Strudels are goddam wonderful.
Update — somebody just told me that there is icing in the box — and that you put it on yourself. I did not know that!!
Update 2.0 — I suppose that the “ICING INLCUDED” proclamation on the front of the box should have been my first clue.
Neuromaste — the neurotic in me greets the neurotic in you.
(There’s something to be said for dysfunctional spiritual symmetry. )
Old people thoughts I totally had today:
“This McDonald’s is exceptionally clean. The staff should be commended.”
Also My Brain:
“Your OWN. PERSONAL. RHESUS.
“Someone to hear your pleas — up in the trees.”
Photo credit: JZ85, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Facebook friend: “Fall air and ho made pumpkin/ apple butter simmering.”
Me: “Ho made what? I was wonderin’ where she was at!”
Disclaimer — yes, I know this is an old spelling joke. But I couldn’t resist invoking it when I saw the opportunity.
Friend: “Nice tub! Just another day in the life of a plumber!”
Me: “Okay, but is that Tub A or Tub B?”
Friend:
Me: “(Tub B or not Tub B — that is the question.)”
Friend:
I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the nice birthday wishes — both online and off.
They came in handy. I can’t believe how old I am. 51! At this point, there are people walking around who are A HALF-CENTURY OLD who are actually YOUNGER than me. Egads.
I clean my coffeemaker with same care and precision with which a Marine cleans his rifle.
The difference, of course, is that coffee PREVENTS me from killing people.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 