Love at first glurk
Prospective Date (PD) and I, engaged in a conversation about (of all things) gnocchi.
Me: Nothing worse than pasty gnocchi.
PD: Aw, man...pasty, doughy balls. Reminds me of my grandfather.
Me: ...
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a china pattern to select.
Me: Nothing worse than pasty gnocchi.
PD: Aw, man...pasty, doughy balls. Reminds me of my grandfather.
Me: ...
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a china pattern to select.
posted by Helen the Felon at 4:26 PM
2 Comments:
Pasty, doughy balls?!?
Pfsh! Forget Prospective Date! Where the hell can I find his grandfather?
btw. Thanks for the link.
I can't decide whether I'd be appalled, or whether I'd laugh so hard that my drink came out my nose.
Tough one....
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