I mean, I don't even like olives!
(...and we've gone full circle.)
Jayne ,'Out Of Gas'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
I mean, I don't even like olives!
(...and we've gone full circle.)
Ewww. Kidneys.
I don't like kidneys on my muffaletta.
If you have kidneys on your muffaletta, I don't think you actually have a muffaletta.
Going to eat dinner.
I don't know, Hil, I think olive salad is part of the definition of muffaletta.
Though the bread is definitely necessary.
And if someone handed me a quarter muffaletta, I would not check it for olive salad before eating it.
Well, now I might.
Dude, if I ask for a freakin' muffaletta and they make me one and I scrape off the shit in it that I can't eat without getting sick?
I am eating the sandwich I asked for. Which is a muffaletta. Which is also the sandwich I paid for.
Pfffffft.
See? Deb knows what I'm talking about....
Check the receipt. If it says "muffaletta" on it, you just ate a muffaletta, regardless of which parts fail to actually pass through your digestive tract.
Fred Pete had volunteered earlier to count votes. If he's still willing then I'm thinking we can go with the b.org ballot system, it seems to have the least potential for error.
Driving by. Still willing.
Joining the no-olive bandwagon. Will trade olives for scallions.
So if you buy a muffaleta and only eat the olives, you've eaten a muffy?
(Belly-bumps Sean) Damn right, bro.
Yeah. I ordered the sandwich, I handed over the money, I'm calling it a muffaletta, damn it.