It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!
'Ariel'
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It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!
San Francisco!
San Francisco!
I would if I could.
I'm leaning toward wonton soup for lunch, but what should I have with it?
San Francisco!
I'd even BART over and meet you!
It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!
That awesome sandwich place down the street? (Mmm, Pita Club).
I'm not a morning person, and I don't drink coffee. Therefore, Gronk.
We need a good deli here. All we have is subway,and I suppose they're adequate when you need to carbo load, but I want a REAL sandwich.
All we have is subway,and I suppose they're adequate when you need to carbo load, but I want a REAL sandwich.
This is one of my friend (in Pasadena)'s biggest gripes. She and I both have major Submarina addiction, and you guys don't have them back there. Subway is So Very Not The Same.
My lunch is in my tummy.
I'm not a morning person for about 6 minutes. Provided I have been woken up nicely. If I have been woken up not nicely (dog barking, child bouncing on my head, fire) I tend to be cranky for a good long while.
Sometimes though, I wake up cranky. And this gets confused with not being a morning person. It's very different.
I'd even BART over
BART as a verb.
Sounds like new slang for puking.
"Dude, you totally barted in Steve's car last night."
"Last night I got so Bart-faced...."