You could get some olives and bread and pretend you're Sean. Then you'd have one.
Aren't you going home?
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!
You could get some olives and bread and pretend you're Sean. Then you'd have one.
Aren't you going home?
AND CALL IT A MUFFALETA
You can call yourself SuperFab Fonzie Dude With a Big Swinging Dick, but it doesn't make it so. It makes you comically deluded..
What if I call him SuperFab Fonzie Dude With a Big Swinging Dick?
What if I call him SuperFab Fonzie Dude With a Big Swinging Dick?
Then we don't let you have a muffaletta till you come back to your senses.
::really honestly leaves now::
It makes you comically deluded..
At least one of the muffaletta afficianados in this thread have agreed with me.
What if I call him SuperFab Fonzie Dude With a Big Swinging Dick?
ita's suggestion is sensible, but frankly a certain amount of social consensus on the matter would lend credence to the title.
Are you saying you'd sell your vote for a muffaletta?
No, I'm just opposed to you, since you're being so silly.
Plus, I thought it might make Sean like me.
Sean could always make the muffaletta with olives, give them to ita, and then eat the muffaletta.
She'd have olives. Sean would have a muffaletta without olives. Hec would still be seething and outraged. Dana would still be hungry.
Hey! Why must I suffer?
Poor Dana.