Because I managed to more-or-less completely avoid doing anything remotely productive yesterday, I have my chores cut out for me today. It's off to the wash-'n'-fold with me.
But first: steak and eggs, medium rare and up, hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, peppered, and cooked crispy. (Did you know that Waffle House serves 21,000 miles of bacon strips a year, yet they won't sell it to me by the foot?)
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Will they sell it to you by the inch?
Shoot Tam you are slacking, I can usually string at least 2 completly unproductive days togther, maybe more if try extra hard.
I suppose it's a knock on my masculinity that I get strawberries and whipped cream on the waffle with my All Star.
So be it.
It is unfair that there is not a Waffle House within a thousand miles or so of my location.
I demand Congress remedy this.
Mmmmm, Waffle House.
Good food and a caberet if the hosts are in a particularly talky mood. Which they usually are.
I miss the all you can eat at Waffle House. Then again, back when I was in my "5 inches a year" phase, I might be why they quit doing it.
Word verification: anwwfl
"An Waffle!"
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