@jespah,
jespah wrote:
Are you saying I have no seaweed? I am shocked, shocked!
"They had but one last remaining night together, so they embraced each other as tightly as that two-flavor entwined string cheese that is orange and yellowish-white, the orange probably being a bland Cheddar and the white ... Mozzarella, although it could possibly be Provolone or just plain American, as it really doesn't taste distinctly dissimilar from the orange, yet they would have you believe it does by coloring it differently," Cranky wrote.
"Bill shifted uncomfortably on his stool looking at the topless blonde bombshell on the bar aptly named Janet, but the first thing that struck him was the pulchritude of the exotic dancer's lips, which glowed like maraschino cherries, that is, pitted cherries macerated in an almond-flavored syrup then heated to boiling in an alum-containing brine full of carcinogenic red dyes, Cranky wrote. There was no seaweed, but Kris didn't live that far away and you could always count on her tofutti for dessert. I've always loved Kris the best, especially between my teeth, I think of her as my spinach lover whenever I smile.
"It was almost a dark and stormy night ?- not dark or stormy enough to be called that but just the kind of sweaty night that makes your shirt stick to your back and make you wish you were still at home with the air conditioning and eating pig skins and watching the Martha Stewart.
