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Was that a Hindenburg reference? Cause if it was I don’t get it. To be both the wife of a man of zeppelinic standards and the great grandmother of a man with Multiple body disorder is not just appalling but also transfixing. Consider it a fetish…
Isto, as your amateur psychiatrist/doctor, im afraid that I must repeat the need, nay neccesity that you give up vitamin onion. As proven on multiplicitous occasions, the onion is not a necessary hamburger ingredient. To quote, “Hey, waiter, hold the onions. I am a squiggle of handwriting.” But wait, that is not the ending of the universe. For you, maybe even both of you, can replace your boring, existential, unpalatable burgers with new, Isto-ubik-time! As no one knows what this is yet, it could be anything (until you collapse the field and kill the cat) and anything is in itself “ubique” and therefore possibly palatable. Palatable has three A’s in it. Double A batteries can give off charge. So you should charge the waiter, and forgoe the onions.
As I begin to egress, I must confess, that i mustn’t digress, this I cannot enough stress, all coins are obviously masculine. The coin was obviously temporally confused, and running his internal monologue anachronologically (before the stock market crashed). But who was phone?
You are simply WRONG.
A burger has the following toppings: mustard, onion, pickle, cheese.
Any deviation from that formula is a “special” burger, and any special burger without onions is as bad as a burger without cheese. I can concede the mustard, I guess, if there’s thousand island involved, or maybe a chipotle aioli on a jalapeno burger. I can deal without the pickle on a fried-egg-and-bacon burger, or maybe a burger involving avocado. But onions are a must.
see i’m with you except i think ketchup and mustard are one part of the formula while onion and pickle are the other half.. you put it together and it’s ‘american sauce’. maaybe mayo.. and cheese is nice.
I suppose that quarter’s wife is one of the Ass Pennies of yore
You’re probably in the majority there, but I lead a (mostly) ketchup-free lifestyle.
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