We were standing around in the hall after school yesterday, just shooting the breeze, when Michele’s son David came walking up with a small plate full of White Cheddar Cheez-Its. He was nice and offered some to us, but I declined. I don’t just eat one Cheez-It at a time… I eat handfuls of Cheez-Its! As we continued to talk, David taunted me with their cheesy goodness, but I resisted. After talking with Michele for a little while longer, I went to my room. And found this:
I couldn’t resist any more. I ate it, then went right home so I could eat something else.
I had Frosted Flakes.
That is hilarious! I know what to get you for your birthday, now, and it’ll fit in an envelope! A teeny, tiny envelope.
I knew you couldn’t resist the temptation of the cheezy goodness.
Bwa-ha-ha!
Not just evil. EEville!
Michael is not the only one with a death wish…the person who keeps coming into school with a dozen dunkin donuts wants to die…
Gee Kim – you can’t even get their names straight when the name is in front of your face! Brad said David, not Michael!
BTW – I’d like to kill a few Girl Scouts too. Curse those girls with the cookies – curse them!!!
Sorry Michael errr David…
Cookie sales start in just two short months! (Deanne says with a big girl-scout-grin…)
Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. We just don’t even buy that stuff at home, because it’ll go to waste… I mean waist!
I prefer Better Cheddars. Because, well … they’re better.
And although Frosted Flakes are GREEAAT … why do they have to get soggy so fast? I hate that.
do you smell chicken?
Buuck … buck, buck, buuuuck!
Hey, your neck is famous.
http://www.talkbass.com/forum/showthread.php?t=338579
Ha! How do you find this stuff?
And shame on you Brad … busting a nut while wanking!
It’s a guitar reference!
As to my finding skills, I’m stuck at Lloyd’s school helping with some computer carts and when I take a break I surf the web.
Hey – forget the bite-size snack. What’s in that pretty box next to your computer?