Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Dinner porn

The honey wheat loaf couldn't stand it any longer. Nudged by the steak knife, the bread nosed toward the slowly melting ramekin of butter. "I love you," the loaf whispered, and dove in, head first.

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  1. Sadly, seconds later - the bread now reduced to a mere crust of it's former self - discovered that the butter only melted for the dish of hot steamy peas one over.

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