oatmeal: “The Cream of Wheat man? An affirmative action hire, no doubt in my mind. I mean, the guy can’t even boil his own water, for Chrissakes—and he wouldn’t know kasha if it showed up at his door wearing a sign saying, ‘Hello, I’m FUCKING KASHA.”
“Of course, you didn’t hear any of this from me…”
Well, if the Malt O’ Meal wasn’t so damn lazy we’d have had the TPS reports hours ago.
Now Grits on the other hand, he’s a badass.
Steel cut. It’s manlier.
Ah, kasha. It reminds me of my homeland…
What, no link to Love Missle’s site?
See, that’s why I never hang with the rolled oats. Too gossipy.
The oatmeal seems a bit confrontational for a Quaker. Must be apostate oatmeal.
Raisins, don’t forget the raisins….
Thing is, though, if you want to know what oatmeal would sound like if it could speak, you could always just go visit Andrew.
Oatmeal is a complex carbohydrate, Dan.
All right. But do you ever see oatmeal flavored with oatmeal? Huh? Do ya?
All’s I know is, when my oatmeal starts talking, either it’s been in the cupboard too long, or I’m not awake enough yet to tell the difference between it and the Rice Krsipies.
No. Good point. But Andrew is more of a nice, fruity sugar, to my mind anyway.
Oatmeal, for me, is just too fraught with such moral judgementalism. Breakfast shouldn’t be so laden with conflict. I find it all just too….grueling.
“A bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down – and won.”
Ah, screw oatmeal. I love my boy Kashi Good Friends. Despite the fact that the little feller is a raving left wing bastard with impossibly diverse ‘good friends’ pictured on the cover, he cleans out my guts better than five gallons of Dago Red and a couple fat pre-embargo Montecristos. Plus, when the neighbors see me buying Kashi, they assume I’m like-minded, well-intentioned and gentle liberal folk just like they are, and they abstain from keying my truck.
Kasha? You’re on a real Russian kick today. I liked kasha in Russia, but I can’t seem to make it the way I liked it.
happyfeet, òы руÑÂÑÂúøù?
You have not tasted Kasha until you have tasted in in the original Klingon.
Cream of Wheat Man’s name was Rastus.
http://www.prmuseum.com/kendrix/trinity.html
Patrick, maybe you’re not using the right brand of googoo.
You have to ask for it by name. Don’t be shy shy.
Oatmeal: “A little yeast at the right time, and I coulda bin a contender”
McGehee,
Eye to eye.
Does this mean you can’t see the font?
Nyet
Oh – babelfish helped me out there, P – no, no, I am not Russian at all, I come from Texas, a true American.
I read, much of the night.