Happy Blah Blah Blah. . .What?
As mentioned previously, I thought the end of the year would eat big fat donkey caca, but in fact,
it did not!
Things came perilously close to crashing and burning.
In the end, though:
I got warm fuzzies.
I got to yell WOOOOOOO!
I got to wear a party hat.
I got the Happy Happy Number One Fuck Me Breakfast.
I got new toys.
Yes, gentle readers, the year went out with a bang and we are grateful.
7 Comments:
Happy Happy Number One Fuck Me Breakfast?
Could we have some elaberation here?
Please?
DPQ,
whoa, whoa, whoa,...
back-up a little bit.
"Number One Fuck Me Breakfast"???
I need a little more help with this one.
Alfro
I was at IHOP not that long ago, and I don't remember that on MY menu . . . or were you at Denny's?
Is that the one with two large, warm hot cakes, wrapped around a sausage, with extra butter?
XO
Woohoo!
Excellent! Glad you had a good time, girl.
Oh you pervs.
I meant eggs, grits, bacon, hash browns, coffee, biscuit, fruit.
Although now that I think about it . . . you're not exactly wrong, either.
We are pervs, but at least we admit it. Happy New Year beautiful, this is gonna be a big one. (Take that how ever you want.)
Glad your New Year rolled over so nicely! And that sounds like one yummy breakfast!
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