If I am going to kill myself with crappy food it will be frosted 🙂
If I’m going to kill myself with food, cheese, nutella, and bacon will be involved. In that order…and maybe together. 🙂
They adore nutella here… I have yet to try it. Its appearance reminds me of caramel and it makes my teeth ache thinking of spreading it on something and eating it. My students swear it is the food spread of the gods though.
It is…try it…you haven’t lived. 🙂
Yeah, I never went for the frosted ones either, Meg. Ugh.
I wouldn’t have put a saddle on my real pony, either. Sigh. Kids these days.
Seriously, right!? Kids will know EXACTLY what ponies are when I win the lottery and buy a herd of them. I might even ride one as I leave work every day, throwing gang signs.
When I win the lottery I suspect my view numbers here will go up slightly, Meg, as I describe what it’s like to continue to be mostly good, a little bad and to my dear wife Karen’s chagrin, if pushed a quick flash of ugly — cue the classic movie theme song here — every day of my life. Ponies and gang signs, huh? Why not?
I’ve wasted my entire adult life telling my friends I’m tired of being ridden around the parking lot like a fair pony. Now I understand why I’m accused of imagining things. I think cinnamon bun flavored Poptarts with bacon and Nutella and large coffee will change things for me.
You wanna pony? Here, I give you a pony. Princess Sparkle Pony! He’s a blogger, originally from Arizona, who would be more than a little amused at the idea of you riding him while throwing gang signs.
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HAHAHAHAHA Love it! But you know how you wanted coffee after my comment…. Damn it all, I would kill for a strawberry frosted poptart right now!
See, I can’t do the frosted ones. I only like the strawberry unfrosted, which, apparently, makes me a commie. *sigh*
If I am going to kill myself with crappy food it will be frosted 🙂
If I’m going to kill myself with food, cheese, nutella, and bacon will be involved. In that order…and maybe together. 🙂
They adore nutella here… I have yet to try it. Its appearance reminds me of caramel and it makes my teeth ache thinking of spreading it on something and eating it. My students swear it is the food spread of the gods though.
It is…try it…you haven’t lived. 🙂
Yeah, I never went for the frosted ones either, Meg. Ugh.
I wouldn’t have put a saddle on my real pony, either. Sigh. Kids these days.
Seriously, right!? Kids will know EXACTLY what ponies are when I win the lottery and buy a herd of them. I might even ride one as I leave work every day, throwing gang signs.
When I win the lottery I suspect my view numbers here will go up slightly, Meg, as I describe what it’s like to continue to be mostly good, a little bad and to my dear wife Karen’s chagrin, if pushed a quick flash of ugly — cue the classic movie theme song here — every day of my life. Ponies and gang signs, huh? Why not?
That’s what I’m screamin’! 🙂
Now i don’t know what’s real anymore!
Unicorns…totally real.
Thank Jesus.
Aaaaaamen.
I’ve wasted my entire adult life telling my friends I’m tired of being ridden around the parking lot like a fair pony. Now I understand why I’m accused of imagining things. I think cinnamon bun flavored Poptarts with bacon and Nutella and large coffee will change things for me.
OMG…I wasn’t hungry, and now…
To be fair, the real-ness of Pop Tarts can also be debated. I think maybe there’s SOME naturally occurring ingredient in there…somewhere…maybe?
Agreed! I would argue that Poptarts are so fake that they’re imaginary. 🙂
Uh… yeah! What’s the big deal?! Next thing you’re gonna tell me you think lambs are real too?!
Um, DUH, they are…they’re what I’m as innocent as!
Ok, yeah, then in that case, they’re definitely imaginary!
Like my virtue. *sob*
Oh, THAT is just priceless! That’s kind of like when my stepsister said that Puerto Rico was an island off the coast of Manhattan…
LMAO! Clearly she just thought that because she’d just been to the parade.
Time to cover a little biology in the equine world?
Sigh…methinks you’re right, Sir. 🙂
You wanna pony? Here, I give you a pony. Princess Sparkle Pony! He’s a blogger, originally from Arizona, who would be more than a little amused at the idea of you riding him while throwing gang signs.
http://sparklepony.blogspot.com/
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! I just got fooled into looking at a Gingrich!!! lol
Is that the new rickroll?
I haven’t rickrolled anyone in ages. Guess what I’m doing today!?
Sparkle ponies are big at Burning Man, as are unicorns, but I don’t know about pot tarts. Tarts, maybe. And none of this makes sense, but…
Suddenly, I worry that my desired Shetland isn’t good enough.