oatmeal: “Sure, I once spent an entire evening trying to get into Betty Crocker’s pants— who hasn’t? Turns out she’s more into the Little Debbie snack cake type, though. Which, there’s nothing wrong with that, of course—I just wish I’d known it before I blew $50 on top shelf margaritas and about a half-dozen Slippery Nipples, is all…”

Betty Crocker?
Feh.
I’m a Sara Lee man.
P.S.: Jeff, things like this keep me sane in Baghdad. As ironic as that is.
P.P.S.: Anyone that mentions Alanis Morrisette in connection with any comment of mine is an America-hating communist.
P.P.P.S.: Unless it’s me.
There’s nothing like getting it on with some Devil Twins.
Betty Crocker? I wouldn’t admit to anyone if you couldn’t get in her pants. As far as I could see, she pretty much took all comers. As I heard it from Uncle Ben, you could pretty much do whatever you wanted and not even buy her dinner beforehand. Not like that uptight prude Mrs. Butterworth.
Trying to get the pants, oatmeal, or trying to get into them?
‘Cause, Lord knows, Pearson is obviously still suffering the scars from trying to get them from these wily, misleading gals..
TW: try37 margaritas next time.
Oatmeal, Oatmeal, Oatmeal.
Just let her eat you, and then you can induce a sudden colonic spasm once you’re in and voila! You are in her pants!
Thank you for that, geezer..a real gusset filler.
There’s many a slip twixt nip and lip
Hmmmm.
Oatmeal?
You know I’ve been casting about for something to eat without much success. Sure there are plenty of things in the refrigerator, pantry and local cafes.
Oatmeal. Now that’s an answer I can live with.
Ok so if I’m starting to get my breakfast clues from Goldstein, does this mean I’m starting to get into the Cult of Goldstein?
Remember. The first rule of the Cult of Goldstein is that you don’t talk about the Cult of Goldstein!
In that vein, I’m off to cook oatmeal.
Is a slippery nipple similar to a buttery nipple?
It’s the right thing to do.
…except that Little Debbie looks to be about 9…
Cream fillin’
That is all.
Where’s the pie?
The age of consent is a bit more liberal for foodstuffs, McGehee.
jesus.
HOW DARE YOU JUDGE THE OTHER!
All I’m sayin’ is, eating a nine-year-old snack cake is just wrong.
Hegemon.
yeah, they tend to get moldy after a month or two.
Now Aunt Jemimah, that’s one sweet pice of brown sugar.
Hmmm, oatmeal and brown sugar.
Unless they’re Twinkies, which last just short of forever. The cockroaches of the snack cake world, they are.
…aaaand we’re back in NTTAWWT territory.
rascist.
err racist….yea
Yup. All basically Bailey’s and butterscotch schnapps or the like – depends on the type of “nipple”. Heh.
One of my fondest bartending memories was making dozens of buttery nipples for a table of fairly attractive young women celebrating a birthday of one of ‘em. Got a decent tip and some fun flirting out of it too.
Egads, that was 15+ years ago…
Would that I could send a whole bunch to Wishbone – General Order #1 aside that is…
Well, can’t promise any alcohol or pork products, but…
Where you at in particular Wish? There are other distractions that can find you.
Ah–thanks for the concern MJ and RTO, but GO #1 does not apply to me.
You know Major John, by the end of that evening you were probably looking like Magnum frickin’ P.I. to those ladies. You weren’t wearing a Tigers cap and Hawiian shirt by any chance, were you?
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