Pat Robertson, getting up to speed on Thanksgiving and macaroni and cheese.
Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
November 23, 2011
September 20, 2009
"I will pay you $1 to sit in my bathtub full of noodles while you wear a one piece bathing suit."
"I will not be home, nor will anyone else while you do this. I will leave the key for you, and you will sit at your leisure. DO NOT bring any sauce. I will season the pasta after I return home prior to dinner."
That's #5 on a list.
I like #11 too. I think it could be a movie:
That's #5 on a list.
I like #11 too. I think it could be a movie:
"Tuesday night around 11:30. On 53rd btw 1st and 2nd. You came out of the subway and I followed you. You looked over your shoulder, saw me and started walking faster. I ran up, grabbed your arm, took your purse and ran away. I've done many a snatch-and-grab but no one has ever stuck in my mind like you. There was a quick moment when our eyes met that I felt something strong. I think you felt it too. If I wasn't so shy (or so committing a crime) I would have asked your name. I, of course, later got your name from your drivers license. So Jennifer if you'd like to get together for a drink sometime get back to me."And by the way #14 is not weird. I know exactly what they were doing.
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commerce,
Craigslist,
crime,
pasta,
relationships,
teeth
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