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then wood chucks don't really chuck wood if they are ground hogs. ground hogs dig dirt, not chuck wood.

i do not own one but growing up in a diner am very comfortable with deep fat frying. i can't think what the strangest thing is we ever fried, i will have to see what ricky remembers. i love deep fried pickles, dipped in hot cheese sauce. there is also this type of flower from a shrub, similar...

what is a wood chuck?

there is a sign at the graveyard near the mall that says,"YES! we have plots available" that's funny.

i wonder what hufu tastes like deep fried? i could make a lovely agedashi hufu in a ginger broth.

i am writing radio ads for the business.i haven't the faintest idea of what i am doing but now the voice in my head is loud and emphatic like a radio announcer's. "jenn! get the kids a snack and change that pooooooooo-py diaper!"

hey, if we can make a little coin at this shindig then all the better. not that i would not be mourning the loss of this great, great man, not to mention supporting both ricky and ronny who are going to need large doses of booze just to walk up to the spanking line, let alone spank. ricky is bad...

i will be in charge of catering leckert's funeral. beer, and everything dipped in beer batter and then deep fried. we may finally get moto's, you buy it we fry it business off the ground.

i finished this last week and have spent the last few days just mulling it over in my head. it is a lot to grasp, and is challenging not only in it's content but the style in which it is written. i won't pretend to know all the literary tricks of the trade that jonathan safran foer has used, but...

i am funny.

i have to know. why do you have stitches?

believe you me, it would take way more than the likes of you two to scare her off. she had a late check out and had to clean a room. on a topic that is about me, i had to put slippers on today it is that chilly.YYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYYAAY

they become sponge like and double in size with the water. hahhahaha.

i do like the soft squishy buns from the steam. we have gas stations called irvings, they are called mainways in parts of the states, that sell these steamed hot dogs/buns, 2 for a dollar i think. there can be nothing good or wholesome about them, but they are delicious.

yes fried, i grew up in a diner. we fried everything. mmm fried wieners with brown beans.

mmm hotdogs. fried with fried onions, ketchup and cheese, toasted bun. all beef hotdog please.

i just love sleep when i can get it, but i would say if i didn't have kids i would be a night owl. unfortunately my kids are morning people.

he's very strict.

i am not paying for anything! i have paid my dues. i have the red ass cheeks to prove it.

i know! who do i think i am eating lunch?