Friday, August 30, 2013

I just have to careful what waiter we get this time.

It just doesn't work out when you get a gay guy waiting on you. Hopefully they will all be from Croatia or something and just be Vampires or something.

Because I really like Banana's Foster and I hate it when they ruin it for me.
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6 comments:

ricpic said...

Nutty balls? A redundancy.

August 30, 2013 at 7:02 PM
chickelit said...

The spoon is "tainted"

August 30, 2013 at 7:38 PM
Methadras said...

Cock n' balls, just the way you like it. White, limp, and creamy.

August 30, 2013 at 8:52 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

I would say those were Merde's on a plate...but they are too big.

August 30, 2013 at 11:27 PM
Chip S. said...

Judging by the nasty rash on that banana, I'd say the chef knew Derek Jeter intimately.

August 31, 2013 at 1:01 AM
dbp said...

I would be willing to bet that Troop re-arranged the dessert for comic effect. It is the kind of thing I would (at least) think of doing. Men, we really never quite grow-up.

OTOH, if it came that way, one could always arrange it in a less threatening manner before consuming it.

September 4, 2013 at 5:57 PM

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