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My girl just asked me if I wanted to go to Bob Evans with her and my mother for breakfast.
I replied, "Someone has to stay here and scratch Mister's crotch." (Yes, I scratch my dog's crotch area for him.)
She was bitter but I care not friends. Sunday morning at Bob Evans? Have fun milling around for 30 minutes while all the old folks sip coffee and speak of old times.
Sunday morning has to be the worst time to go to a restaurant.
Man i wouldn complain going to a restaraunt any day of the week now!!! I would sell my granny for some dessert now!!!
My broswer must back up on me sometimes because I could have SWORE I posted this in Let's Get It On
Every now and then s*** just winds up on the wrong board.
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Originally Posted by hitmandonny
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Though Gorilla,thats the code of the diner bud,you see a bunch of Oldsmobiles,Pontiacs,and Cadillacs in the parking lot,and alot of blue hair inside,that means good eats,at a good price
Which also means Im probably not allowed to have it anymore :bawling: