Saturday, July 13, 2013
"French Toast, and Mustard"
It's my party so I'll dream if I want to. Thing is I want Bjork to come to my delayed Birthday party. That is whenever I'm emotionally stable enuff to have it.
I'm 63 bleeping years old so I have a lot to think about before I blow out any candles.
Anyway when I do get around to it. Hopefully before my 'next' birthday. I'd like Bjork Walt Whitman Obama, and my dog Brownie from when I was a little boy to come to the gleeful festivities.
You folks can come too.
Humm,...just what do Icelanders really eat?
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Icelanders eat ram's balls. I think they're also into dried rotten fish. Mmmmm good.
ReplyDeleteCan my dog Nanook come? She was a huskie. She always followed me to junior high and waited for hours til I headed home.
Sure mammals of all sorts of very welcome. As for the rotten fish I guess I can rummage the dumpsters. Ram's balls may be a problem. No too many deli's carry that.
ReplyDeleteNew York is a crazy quilt of ethnic madness, but I don't think we have any Icelandic bodega's yet,...but I'll look anyway.
Think they eat rats ball's instead?