Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
Candy.
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Quote from: BigDun on March 14, 2005, 09:07:34 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Tell Jessie's grandma we said hi.
Quote from: eo000 on March 14, 2005, 09:08:11 AM
Quote from: BigDun on March 14, 2005, 09:07:34 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Tell Jessie's grandma we said hi.
Holy crap, my grandma is dead.
Where do you work?!?
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 09:08:57 AM
Quote from: eo000 on March 14, 2005, 09:08:11 AM
Quote from: BigDun on March 14, 2005, 09:07:34 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Tell Jessie's grandma we said hi.
Holy crap, my grandma is dead. Where do you work?!?
Open mouth, insert foot, rinse.
no knowing that your grandma is dead:
Yes, it is too much to ask.
Quote from: ReBurninator on March 14, 2005, 09:10:12 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 09:08:57 AM
Quote from: eo000 on March 14, 2005, 09:08:11 AM
Quote from: BigDun on March 14, 2005, 09:07:34 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Tell Jessie's grandma we said hi.
Holy crap, my grandma is dead. Where do you work?!?
Open mouth, insert foot, rinse.
HAHAHAHAHA
I'm crying now. From laughter or from sadness? I'll never tell.
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 09:08:57 AM
Quote from: eo000 on March 14, 2005, 09:08:11 AM
Quote from: BigDun on March 14, 2005, 09:07:34 AM
Quote from: jessie on March 14, 2005, 08:55:14 AM
Ham, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, and gravy.
And I want my grandma to cook it.
Is that too much to ask?
That's what my work's cafeteria serves every morning. I don't do breakfast very often at work because we are talking heart attack city. Not to mention the ever expanding waist it would cause.
Tell Jessie's grandma we said hi.
Holy crap, my grandma is dead. Where do you work?!?
Uh, I work at a Fortune 500 company. We don't do anything with dead people. I mean, I was just kidding about the breakfa... Oh no. They know. Don't tell them that I said anythin... *mpfff* *ack* *arrgh*
Tomatoes are for losers.
Quote from: DownSouth on March 14, 2005, 10:04:42 AM
Tomatoes are for losers.
So you must really love them.
a nice, greasy pork snadwich served on a dirty ashtray.
I want some bacon, sausage, hash browns and waffles, all drenched in syrup. With that, I also want biscuits and gravy, chicken fried steak, a glass of Tropicana extra pulp orange juice and some toast with strawberry jelly.
I guess these two plums will have to suffice.
Quote from: ignom on March 14, 2005, 10:32:03 AM
I want some bacon, sausage, hash browns and waffles, all drenched in syrup. With that, I also want biscuits and gravy, chicken fried steak, a glass of Tropicana extra pulp orange juice and some toast with strawberry jelly.
I guess these two plums will have to suffice.
Wow.
Quote from: ignom on March 14, 2005, 10:32:03 AM
I want some bacon, sausage, hash browns and waffles, all drenched in syrup. With that, I also want biscuits and gravy, chicken fried steak, a glass of Tropicana extra pulp orange juice and some toast with strawberry jelly.
I guess these two plums will have to suffice.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Syrup on the bacon? Are you INSANE, man?
Quote from: Gamplayerx on March 14, 2005, 10:47:33 AM
Quote from: ignom on March 14, 2005, 10:32:03 AM
I want some bacon, sausage, hash browns and waffles, all drenched in syrup. With that, I also want biscuits and gravy, chicken fried steak, a glass of Tropicana extra pulp orange juice and some toast with strawberry jelly.
I guess these two plums will have to suffice.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Syrup on the bacon? Are you INSANE, man?
Everyone knows you put syrup on SCRAPPLE!!!
Bacon does not....notnotnotnotnotnot...equal scrapple.
SCRAPPLE? That crap's all lips and assholes! Do you guys really eat that?
Quote from: ReBurninator on March 16, 2005, 09:27:39 AM
SCRAPPLE? That crap's all lips and assholes! Do you guys really eat that?
You forgot the oink. Oink is a major part of scrapple.
Yum. Oink.
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This thread makes me sad. Yucky pork products...
Yum. Pork products. Lips, assholes, oink...
:oink:
How about the successful invasion of OBB's wild-cold-yonder. Otherwise, no fabulous maple products to put on our swine.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-swine :drool:
Meh. Diets are no fun.
Quote from: Beefy on July 25, 2005, 06:04:50 PM
Meh. Diets are no fun.
Yours may not be :P
I'm OK with mine.
I want chinese food!
Then have some!
I seem to be fresh out. I wonder if they deliver?
They probably do!
You're right! They do!
I just gotta spend ten dolla! /me says no problemo!
Hooray! Will you get me some crabmeat rangoons?
Quote from: Gamplayerx on July 29, 2005, 08:13:50 PM
Hooray! Will you get me some crabmeat rangoons?
I love those.
I just woke up from a nap, so the only obvious food choice is chocolate chip cookies and diet pepsi.
Quote from: ignom on July 29, 2005, 08:59:42 PM
I just woke up from a nap, so the only obvious food choice is chocolate chip cookies and diet pepsi.
What?!? No ham sammich??
The mind boggles.
Quote from: Gamplayerx on July 29, 2005, 10:00:46 PM
Quote from: ignom on July 29, 2005, 08:59:42 PM
I just woke up from a nap, so the only obvious food choice is chocolate chip cookies and diet pepsi.
What?!? No ham sammich??
The mind boggles.
I'll probably be up for a while...
I know a guy who's tough but sweet
He's so fine, he can't be beat
He's got everything that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire
I want candy, I want candy
Go to see him when the sun goes down
Ain't no finer boy in town
You're my guy, just what the doctor ordered
So sweet, you make my mouth water
I want candy, I want candy
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater
Some day soon I'll make you mine,
Then I'll have candy all the time
I want candy, I want candy
I want candy, I want candy...