Life continues apace. And a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
Like walking.
A long one. And I wasn’t trying to be a dick about it. It just turned out that way.
And eating.
Now for the record, I do eat things besides BLT sandwiches. But I couldn’t resist trying this one from Foodies (a takeout place on the first floor of Cheap Charlies) because it was served on a baguette. I also appreciated that it came with mayonnaise on the side. Different not being on toast, but quite tasty.
Then there was breakfast.
This is at Mango’s. Scrambled eggs with ham and tomato. Right after I took the photo I thought I’d sprinkle on a little salt. Then the top came off the shaker dousing my eggs under a blanket of salt granules. Pretty much rendered it inedible.
And that’s about the worst thing that’s happened today. So far at least. I’ll take it and be glad.
Oh think twice, cause it’s another day for You and me in paradise Oh think twice, it’s just another day for you You and me in paradise
Just think about it
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Scrambled eggs with ham and potato? So it was on its way to becoming a Spanish omelette, but it got distracted at the local whorehouse, forgot about the potatoes and onion, and picked up some leggy-looking ham and tomatoes?
By the way, the dick on the map looks fine, but the balls are kind of old and shriveled. That’s not something you should advertise to the ladies.
Haha…it takes balls to walk the way I do and the ladies all know it. Or not.
You’ve doubtless heard the joke about the Scottish uncle who comes to America to visit his American relatives. He’s out with the family to watch a local minor-league baseball game, but he’s having trouble understanding what’s going on. A batter comes to the plate; four pitches go past him; he swings at none of them, then starts walking briskly—not running—to first base.
The Scottish uncle, incensed, stands up and shouts, “Run, ya lazy bastard!” He feels a tug at his sleeve. It’s one of his young American nephews.
“He doesn’t have to run,” the kid explains. “He’s got four balls.” The uncle blinks in astonishment, then stands up again and screams:
“Walk with pride, laddie! Walk with pride!”
Actually, I don’t think I ever did hear that joke. Hilarious though! Thanks for sharing it…
Scrambled eggs with ham and potato? So it was on its way to becoming a Spanish omelette, but it got distracted at the local whorehouse, forgot about the potatoes and onion, and picked up some leggy-looking ham and tomatoes?
By the way, the dick on the map looks fine, but the balls are kind of old and shriveled. That’s not something you should advertise to the ladies.
Haha…it takes balls to walk the way I do and the ladies all know it. Or not.
You’ve doubtless heard the joke about the Scottish uncle who comes to America to visit his American relatives. He’s out with the family to watch a local minor-league baseball game, but he’s having trouble understanding what’s going on. A batter comes to the plate; four pitches go past him; he swings at none of them, then starts walking briskly—not running—to first base.
The Scottish uncle, incensed, stands up and shouts, “Run, ya lazy bastard!” He feels a tug at his sleeve. It’s one of his young American nephews.
“He doesn’t have to run,” the kid explains. “He’s got four balls.” The uncle blinks in astonishment, then stands up again and screams:
“Walk with pride, laddie! Walk with pride!”
Actually, I don’t think I ever did hear that joke. Hilarious though! Thanks for sharing it…