I schlepped around all morning trying to find a round unsliced loaf of pumpernickel bread. No luck.
An old guy in a motorized wheelchair, was walking the same way as me and kept telling dirty jokes most of the way home.
“Why do you think I want to get in your pants so bad?”
- Elaine is silent -
“Because I shit mine!”
errrr. Very awkward.
I am going to make mini-quiches when James gets back with the onion. He wants to move his stuff to the new apartment this afternoon. My party is this evening and the house is a disaster. Dunno about that plan of his.
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