...try that deep fried.
Preceptor: We're going to Shawnee Days... they have deep fried candy bars!
Me:
Preceptor: They are soooo good! I have them every year the carnival is in town.
Me:
Preceptor: Oh, don't worry about it, it will be my treat!
Me:
Passerby: So what, you guys waiting around to see if anyone around here drops with a major heart attack from all the grease?
um.... no, actually, we're doing as the carnies do in carniville... dying with them????
Preceptor: Mmm, yum! What do you think?
Okay, I take back all that I didn't say. Pride and prejudice is lost when a wicked treat is around.
*Surgeon Generals warning: This menu not recommended more then once in a life-time. If consumed don't worry about calling the medics, they'll just eat the rest of the bar.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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oh my. food guilt hits an all-time low.
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