Mmmm
Doug wants a recipe. Well, he’s not going to get one. But, mmmm, regardless, because today’s post is brought to you by the letter M, which is the first letter of macaroni, for which you shouldn’t need a recipe–just add boiling water, wait, then drain. Add cheese if you so desire. Maybe top it off with some ketchup. Then, masticate heartily! But, that will be the extent of magirics today.
Methinks some dating advice may be in order. If you are a man and are a milquetoast, you can still get a date with an attractive midinette–you just have to assert yourself and ask her out. Be clear and direct; don’t mussitate. But it would be moria to be minacious, as you may scare her off and perhaps even instill a bit of misandry within her. At best, it may put her in a mulligrubs. And your only hope for offspring may be monogony.
I wonder if morphallaxis was coined especially for Doctor Who?
Before I mabble this post, I’d like to say “Hey!” to all the macrobian macrocephalous mammothrepts out there in the macrocosm, especially those that are manganiferous or suffer from melomania. If you’re mephitic, perhaps you ought to become vegetarian or carnivorous rather than merdivorous. It will especially improve your breath. Even being microphagous or myrmecophagous would be an improvement.
Until next time, be mabsoot and don’t make mountains out of monticles! Believe. Act. Achieve!
Lame recipe
but thanks for the shout just the same!
mmmmmkay? LOL…very creative~!
After looking up some words, I have to say my favorite line is definitely “If you’re mephitic, perhaps you ought to become vegetarian or carnivorous rather than merdivorous. It will especially improve your breath.”
Hahaha! Ohh, boy.