Sometimes I Think About My Childhood Best Friend and Wonder “Whatever Happened to That Guy?”
No one was as close to me as Elliott. We were two peas in a pod, a regular pair of pals, two elephants in a diaper.
No one was as close to me as Elliott. We were two peas in a pod, a regular pair of pals, two elephants in a diaper.
Well, well, well, take a look at who has an unexpected item in their bagging area.
I could easily forgive the pride of a gas or electric griller, if it had not mortified mine own.
I would love nothing more than to coat him in a honey glaze and roast him over a fire until his internal temperature is 145 degrees.
Don’t invite Glug if you are having his former mate Praki who dumped him for that Neanderthal with the wheel.
When you request to have the meat removed, they’ll still charge you full price so at least your bank account feels like you’re eating a real meal.
I should never have strayed from the routine. The second I opened that dessert cupboard I knew it was a mistake.
Concocting a knuckle sandwich is a delicacy in itself, and should be taken with care.
Maybe before departing, the yogurt left a note for its live-in yogurt boyfriend, who was at his company kickball league going absolutely beast mode.
If you devote even an hour to cooking, odds are one of your kids will end up in the emergency room. Again!
Next to me is some sort of spatula that is red and green and says “Baking Spirits Bright!” It’s July, Richard. I can’t believe this is my life now.
The first time you touched me, it was like you read the instruction manual on how to make my water boil.