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hint...they're french...

S- just sayin.

shawnsegler wrote:hint...they're french...

S- just sayin.

Thats hilarious because before I turned the page, I was thinking "gotta make some sort of comment about the French". lol

how about a crepe wrapped around a banana? gay enough.

I mean come on, flapjacks= food of the fatman worldwide while crepes=hoity toity brunch item.

I think it's clear. Even though both are bung cloggers deluxo.

crepes need to htfu, while flapjacks are the food of those who ahve already htfu to some extent. even if by virtue of not ordering the crepes.

I also dig quiche.

mixjourneyman wrote:I also dig quiche.

Crepes AND quiche?!? You're surfing into dangerous territory here Mix...

chud wrote:

mixjourneyman wrote:I also dig quiche.

Crepes AND quiche?!? You're surfing into dangerous territory here Mix...

Its a slippery slope......




Of deliciousness!

man, you'll need a side of astroglide with your crepes and quiche. Maybe a barrel of loafer lightener while you're at it.

Darth Rock&Roll wrote:man, you'll need a side of astroglide with your crepes and quiche. Maybe a barrel of loafer lightener while you're at it.

I don't eat that stuff often.
Mostly I eat red and black beans with other veggies and curry.
I'm pretty freakin regular lol.

you mean irregular, right? regular is not a word i'd use to describe you, mix

Mike Strong wrote:Halfway between Las Vegas and Kingman Arizona there is a funky little place known as Rosie's Den. Out in the middle of nowhere Rosie's is one part biker bar, one part cafe; Rosie's is a slice of Americana that, like most slices of Americana has a creepy "Children of The Corn" vibe, you know, it's the kind of place that you half suspect of being a weigh -station for an underground network of sex-slave traders, ...

I'm pretty sure I've driven past that place a few times.

It's just off the highway in what the locals there would call a "stripmall" ... But what I call a diner next to a gas station.

Personaly I wouldn't touch it Mike. It's not for the food poisoning, the ufo sized flapjacks, the "genuine" rattlesnake eggs in a pouch, or even the waitress in a dog collar....

No no... I saw Pulp Fiction and I'ma skeered of the gimp.

That's my new desktop!

S

That makes me think of this place i went to in Longview Texas. They served up this breakfast platter that was such a perfect balance of chillies, potato, egg, and cheese that i could neither stop eating or drinking the litres of coffee that were placed in front of me.

My colon spasmed, but it was in revolt rather than fear.

There was no altered state of coniciousness, but my god there was an altered toilet a few hours later.

Chile absolutely makes breakfast awesome.