:enjoys four day mid-term break weekend:
:enjoys it immensely:
:enjoys four day mid-term break weekend:
:enjoys it immensely:
::rages to bisco::
::Wishes Bisco would come back to Michigan::
::suddenly craves clam chowder::
::dumps clam chowder on phg’s head::
::debates to self whether new england or manhattan clam chowder is better…decides new england::
::concurs with strong conviction::
::pronounces it “chowda”::
Doesn’t get the big deal over chowder of any kind
Remembers scene from Ace Ventura where he has to remember the chowder password
:get hungry:
:eats phg’s chowdery head:
:is way too full from massive falafel, sour cream and onion chips, and green tea lunch:
::loses virginity to squirrel::
::wants a heady falaffel::
::imagines “bisco” as bisquick blended with crisco for a perfectly non-stick pancake::
::mmm… pancake::
::appreciates the way Cleveland beat the Yankees, and is thankful to have one less thing to be concerned about now::
::remembers the kickass blueberry pancakes he made for the grandkids this past weekend. kickass::
::wishes he had blueberry fucking pancakes::
::wishes he had fucked blueberry pancakes::
wishes he could rent a porno where a blueberry fucks a pancake
::imagines maple syrup spooge::
:is obsessed with Half-Life 2: Episode 2: