There should be another article of clothing you should be bringing.

Would you like an apple pie with that?

Would you like an apple pie with that?

if you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

There should be another article of clothing you should be bringing.

Nope, I didn't find any pants that fit me yet.

 

Would you like an apple pie with that?

Would you like an apple pie with that?

if you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

You people make no sense anymore! *runaround*

 

~EW~

Mmm fries sound good

right about now <|3 .

waaaht are ding fries?

I sit somberly at my kitchen counter observing the kingdom that surrounds me. Cool marble on my resting arm contrasts with the warm glow radiating from the oven at the far end of the room. A storm rages outside, but deep in my abode, not even the dangling pans rattle with the wind. It is nothing but solitude and silence as I await my meal's readiness, my tongue salivating as I imagine the taste of the succulent baked steak and potatoes, the pleasurable sensation of warm food tingling my bids prematurely.

Scanning the dining area, I see my armies gather. The utensils rally the plates to order at the table, soft napkins standing like battle flags for the battalions. Like smoke from the smokestack of an officer's bastion, steam boils from the vent of the teapot, smaller sugar bowl at its side. The serenity of the table is standing at stark opposition to the roiling chaos outside the large window just beyond the table's edge, as if the army of peace were mustering for battle versus the arbitrary forces of nature outside.

Suddenly, my dream is disturbed as I hear the telltale countdown from the oven. I fetch my plastic spork and head over to the microwave. Ding! Fries are done.

~EW~

Will he enjoy the fries?