Jesus, do I ever like me a good cupcake!
And head.
Which, as Mr Miyagi might say, “different, but same.”
Come to think of it — Jesus, do I ever miss me some Mr Miyagi …!
And head.
And, like, pumpkins, too — though that last is driven almost entirely by a combination of nostalgia, mescaline, and a junkie’s jonesing for Pixie Sticks and bite size Twix bars.
well, if I can make cupcakes, anyone can. just sayin.
If your trip down memory lane takes you to getting head while having a cupcake with Mr. Miyagi, then you would certainly cool down with a little “Tennessee Tuxedo” what with the Mr. Whoopie segments and the Go Go Gophers.
Chumbly goes without saying.
– Me, I find the mescaline tends to make the cupcake dough gummy, and they don’t rise very well. Something like the effect they have on party goers. Now payote, on the other hand, mixes in well and doesn’t leave a bitter after taste, plus Furball seems to like them.
And head.
Me? I miss the World Trade Center.
I find one really good cupcake once in a while is better than a cupcake anytime you hanker for one. Or at least I impose that philosophy on my husband.
As a husband I would beg to differ.
Unless we’re just talking about the cupcakes…
There is no such thing as a bad cupcake.
If you know what I mean.
Really, unless they are reserved only for special occasions, they can become so ordinary.
Cupcakes, that is. Or not.
“Jesus, do I ever like me a good cupcake!
And head. ”
You really wanna be careful where you spread that icing…
I’ve learned to live without all of these frivolities that you mention. And to be quite honest, I don’t really miss any of them.
Except for the head.
But those times are long gone. The memory is getting extremely foggy. I’m not sure it ever really happened. I’ll have to check with my wife and see if she remembers anything.
I think every day should be special, but eating cupcakes every day would make me fat(ter).
Lumping head in among “frivolities” is simply un-American.
I think Mr. Miyagi would have said, “Tigaimasyoo nee…” which translates roughly to, “I suppose they are different.” But I’ll give you credit for the correct Engrish.
Commemorating 911 with cupcakes and head must be some obscure rite whose origins escape the casual anthopologist.
Not that there is anything WRONG with that.
“Oh yeah, wax off baby, WAX OFF!”
Here at PW, we’re all about healing, Robert.
Cupcakes or head? Why can’t we have both?
And I agree with McGehee that head is one of the least frivolous things I can think of.
So when the jihadis threaten to “cut off your head”, it is entirely appropriate to respond “My wife already did that years ago.”
Head? Isn’t that what you get on a well-poured beer?
That’s what we were talking about.
Isn’t it…?