For my 45th birthday, I received the greatest
gift of my adult life… a sweet-ass breakfast sandwich maker. And I’m not talking the ghetto, single
sandwich entry-level model my hotshot nephew has. I received the deluxe, double-barreled beauty
of my dreams. This puppy…
All that, AND it looks
like I’m having boobs for breakfast
My excitement surrounding this gift should tell you one of
two things. Either a) I usually get
shitty presents on my birthday or b) I highly value the savory, delicious combination
of English Muffin, eggs, cheese and my choice of meat(s).
John Goodman says the
answer is B
And what’s the best thing about this gift? I never even asked for it. Somehow my wife deduced that I wanted
one. Maybe she could see the longing in my egg
shaped eyes. Maybe she could hear the
gurgling my stomach produced whenever we passed a McDonalds before 10 am. Or maybe it’s because she just knows me. Who knows?
Although, I HAVE hinted at a threesome for years, aaaaaand…
I’m Lovin’ It
So anyway… if you’re ever in my neighborhood and feel the
need to nosh… give me 5 minute’s notice. And don't worry, breakfast is served all day.
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