How is it that after months of thinking about waffles, I finally have one and it tastes bland as plain egg whites? How is it that after having dishwater spilled on me time after time, I finally take the caution of wearing a cover-up over my clothes and then no dishwater dares aim its staining power toward the clothing I don't mind getting stained? How is it that when you really need someone, they don't need you? Well, that's because you aren't supposed to count on people. You are supposed to count on yourself and/or divine providence, and it takes a million times to learn.
On a different note, how come whenever I see something I don't like in the house, my compulsion to toss it hard over the neighbor's fence becomes so fierce? How come I do it, as I did with the rotten apple I found on the counter today, and why does it feel fine? I actually know this too: it's because I can't stand them and their illegal cock-fighting tendencies, or the sound of the roosters as they crow. Hour upon hour, upon hour, upon hour, upon hour.
"It's just not cool to be a nazi anymore, baby" -Dan Dunn in Half Nelson
4 comments:
go to Belgium. the real waffle houses there don't even have syrup because the waffles are so tasty they don't need it to be better.
LMAO those are really good questions! I really want some waffles now and I don't care how they taste because I'm starving :(
ok, so I made a listography thingy but am too tired to actually make any lists.
I will inform you as soon as I do.
retash = a 3 yr olds attempt to say "reattatch"
yah, completely out. Which makes me happy, I don't want any recollection of the event.
blygove = that's just nonsense.
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