My Primal Meanderings
How about a tin of sweetened condensed milk.
Bread and butter with sugar or sweetened condensed milk on top.
Spaghetti sandwiches on white bread spread with margarine. Damn, those things were squishy good.
HA! my mom and i used to eat spaghetti sandwiches. italian bread, though and no anything else.
i also have had ravioli-topped pizza.
also had a soy-cheese period in my life of low-fatitude. ugh. it wouldn't even really melt.
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway
That vegan that I picked up last night. Oh!
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
Pizza with Hellman's mayonnaise on the crust and some kind of pasta piled on top. Pretty much a gluten/transfat frenzy.
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“"Freedom from fear" could be said to sum up the whole philosophy of human rights. - Dag Hammarskjold
Captain Crunch....like everyday. And this cake my mom makes....chocolate cake with a can of sweetened condensed milk drizzled over top, covered in hot fudge with whipped cream icing. Basically a mouth orgy
There's a version of tres leches cake that my neighbors made when I was a kid. Standard tres leches cakes with condensed milk caramel soaked into it as well, slathered with crisco/ whipped cream frosting and topped with maraschino cherries and their juice. Damn tasty and all kinds of not good for you.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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