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Saturday, September 11, 2010
land of exceptionally boring food
work trip to uk. hotel food. stranded at a holiday inn locked in by highways and no sidewalks and a 20 minute cab ride to nearest interesting town manchester. all work, no play. yes, dull girl.
They say that hell is where the English are the cooks, the Germans are the police, the French are the mechanics, the Swiss are the lovers & the Italians run everything. . .
But heaven is where the English are the police, the Germans are the mechanics, the French are the cooks, the Italians are the lovers & the Swiss run everything.
The slices of bread you peeled apart (which appeared to have an upper layer of amorphous beige matter and a semi-translucent stratum of Cheez Whiz or another binding agent). . .ah, like, what was the story?
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They say that hell is where the English are the cooks, the Germans are the police, the French are the mechanics, the Swiss are the lovers & the Italians run everything. . .
But heaven is where the English are the police, the Germans are the mechanics, the French are the cooks, the Italians are the lovers & the Swiss run everything.
Okay, I give up:
The slices of bread you peeled apart (which appeared to have an upper layer of amorphous beige matter and a semi-translucent stratum of Cheez Whiz or another binding agent). . .ah, like, what was the story?
Dat nanofood?
it's margarine on wonder bread. i couldn't eat it. i was hoping for maybe some plain french bread and butter. but no.
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