Oh what I wouldn't give to work in that test kitchen.
Can I get peanut butter, jalapeno and BBQ in mine?
I promise to go gracefully into oblivion.
Sometimes that Sunday morning (afternoon) bowl of pho seems a little too complicated. This simplifies things.
I'm not lazy I'm just SOOOOOO tired from drinking and laying around in the sunshine all day!
If my final judgement involved being cooked into my favorite food, this is where I would end up.
Poor kid, no one feeds him.
Your music reminds me of Gitmo.