Zenster - you’re my kinda foodie, uh, I mean, guy. I’ll go to brunch with you anytime.
struuter and Sn-man - as far as I’m concerned the brunch-eating can continue long after I leave work at five, but don’t let that stop you from having a good time!
I’ll have pancakes, pancakes, and more pancakes. I like pancakes! Do you know what most of my friends and I associate pancakes with? I’ll give you the would you rather that we all know.
Would you rather…
Reflexively belt out the chorus of Come On Eileen upon reaching climax. or
Have an orgasm upon hearing the word pancake.
So there you go, with us, pancake=orgasm. So I’ll have lots and lots of panckaes please!!!
Congrats on 100, and I hope that you don’t have as much trouble finding clever things to say to someone else in this position as I am finding at this particular point.
I’m tired, and I seem to have lost my mind.
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most, [wishful thinking] although I am sure it is in there somewhere, ya’ think? [/wishful thinking]
Whatever, honey, enjoy your day in the sun!
And I’m glad to welcome you, and I’m sure you haven’t killed off as many brain cells as I did in my misspent youth!
Scotti (I think, if not, could somebody tell me who I really am?}
I come here first thing in the morning, before breakfast, hence the hunger and the lovely threads mentioning wonderful foods.
I am going home now to have some chocolate fudge brownies.
fierra,, consider this a gold-plated invitation to any future bashes. I like calarmari but dislike oysters, but I’m open minded and willing to provide such to those who have the taste for it.
ernomore, if you bring a big enough book to read, brunch can last until about four in the afternoon. I’m all for it.
Zenster, I’ll definitely have a Southwestern; please advise the chef. Onion hash? Okay, I’ll try it.
struuter, We miss Madeline so. sniff
BlackKnight, I can only say yes, yes, yes, yes! Is there a meal that is not improved by bacon in some form? By itself, on a pizza, in potato soup, on a sandwich, there just is no wrong place. Wanna share a pound?
Oh, and Vix, how rude of me to have waited this long to say congratulations. Now, where’s the Mrs. Butterworths?