'Why We Fight'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hippo birdies, askye!
I'm trying to talk myself out of going to the Thai restaurant I just drove by on Wednesday night for dinner tonight. I really can't afford it, I have plenty of food at home, and could use the $10 I'd spend on pad thai and spring rolls for lots of groceries instead. Also, I'm jonesing for some Culver's frozen custard, since I just found out there's one of those nearby, as well.
Mmmmm, frozen custard (which I haven't had since college and could really use right now!)...
Something that only New Englanders will get: I betrayed my heritage at the Mr Frosty truck when I ordered my ice cream with "chocolate sprinkles." THEY'RE JIMMIES!!!!
As long as you didn't call them "kprinkles" I think you are OK...
Kathy A - vibing for your nephew.
Happy Birthday Askye!
I watched "The Lost Dinosaurs of Egypt" AIWFG!
Corwood, insent, bunk. You know you can be an inspiring sonofabitch when you feel like it? (Why do almost all my bonds with male Buffistas involve heavy profanity? Guess cause they're special kinds of assholes.)
Much ~ma for your step bro Kathy.
And good luck with that thai food/frozen custard/groceries dilemma. I'm not even sur which way I'd lean on that one.
I can't believe I skipped and skimmed one little announcement.
I meant to send the good vibes to your brother Kathy.
Something that only New Englanders will get: I betrayed my heritage at the Mr Frosty truck when I ordered my ice cream with "chocolate sprinkles." THEY'RE JIMMIES!!!!
My siblings and I grew up using that "jimmies". Although a few times here I've asked for jimmies on my ice cream (at ice cream shops) and they have no idea what I'm talking about.
Sprinkles have never tasted as good as they did when I was 6.
Today is warm enough that I have forgone my usual afternoon Americano in favor of a boba tea.
Although a few times here I've asked for jimmies on my ice cream (at ice cream shops) and they have no idea what I'm talking about.
It's very traumatic realizing that what you thought was just the name turns out to be a regionalism. Like when I tried to order a sandwich on a bulkie roll in Philly.
Good luck to your stepbrother, Kathy.
OK, so maybe the words-for-food thing isn't that traumatic after all.