I just need to point out that in this house Dev Patel's official moniker is 'Dev Patel, Handsome-Face-Haver'. Pls note for your records. In other news, this is already the highlight of my inbox, well done snorklet.
I'm currently struck by the juxtaposed squishing of heart buttons and the smashing of croissant layers... and the anatomy of my brain full of anatomy is whimsically occupied contemplating the functional status of a heart made of flakey filo dough... filo dough with a thrombus of American cheese-smothered fried egg, squished by walking-pocket-motion up into the left atrial appendage... and a hockey puck-sized/shaped nugget of ground, dead pig threatening to break off into my aorta, travel up through my carotid, and lodge in the middle cerebral artery.
Death by dead pork puck. Contemplation halted.
You fold back the tin foil and take a bite... starring from your log out to where the waves continue to push sand around.
extremely actual LOL, my dearest PLP, thank you for this incredible comment. i can only hope i will remember it in its fullness the next time i am on my sitting log!
A croissant egg sandwich is the GOODEST thing, truly.
I just need to point out that in this house Dev Patel's official moniker is 'Dev Patel, Handsome-Face-Haver'. Pls note for your records. In other news, this is already the highlight of my inbox, well done snorklet.
this was an error, clearly, and will be corrected in future references! also thank you <3!
I miss that interior!
I'm currently struck by the juxtaposed squishing of heart buttons and the smashing of croissant layers... and the anatomy of my brain full of anatomy is whimsically occupied contemplating the functional status of a heart made of flakey filo dough... filo dough with a thrombus of American cheese-smothered fried egg, squished by walking-pocket-motion up into the left atrial appendage... and a hockey puck-sized/shaped nugget of ground, dead pig threatening to break off into my aorta, travel up through my carotid, and lodge in the middle cerebral artery.
Death by dead pork puck. Contemplation halted.
You fold back the tin foil and take a bite... starring from your log out to where the waves continue to push sand around.
extremely actual LOL, my dearest PLP, thank you for this incredible comment. i can only hope i will remember it in its fullness the next time i am on my sitting log!