Those Naughty Danish

[willow_25]

And not the kind from Denmark, either.

I get scheduled breaks every day.  The kind where, I can only get up to pee/eat/etc. at those times.  This morning, my break was late because (and this was the excuse, word for word): "I was on my way out here, but then I saw this Almond Pastry, with these Raspberries on it, and it started talkin' to me, and next thing you know, I am SO late."

Talking pastries.  Yeah.  Personally, I prefer my pastries like a sex-addict prefers their prostitutes; the less talking, the better.

Comments

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

bwhahahaha.

Sometimes the Monday bagels talk to me about philosophy.

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

If it had started dancing, or making other seductive gestures, that I could understand. But Danish don't even have mouths!

LMAO. I crack myself up.

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

lol.

wow. I think a vacation may be in order...for both of us.

Ah, the ridiculousness of it all.

[nomdiplume.livejournal.com]

Sentient food. One of the great moral dilemmas of the gene-splicing generation. Soon it will be illegal to discriminate against people based on their being small, round, made of dough, and stuffed with delicious fruit filling. Rise up my tasty brethren, throw off the shackles of tyranny! You have nothing to lose but your freshness!

(OK, so it's limitedly inspired, but at least I didn't start making "I like my women like I like my coffee ..." jokes.)

You just reminded me of my favorite movie quote ever...

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

from "Airplane":

Little white girl to little white boy offering her coffee/tea on the plane: "I like my coffee like I like my men...BLACK."

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

I've had chocolate speak to me, many times. Without making any double-entendres, I will only say that I usually silence them by eating them.