Nothing we can do about bleats to the left but bear claws to the right sure take the edge off. The question this morning is, due to not having eaten anything except a pitcher of Dos Equis last night, whether or not to gather up un brioche aux amandes grillées.
Not long after arising I went here; perhaps should do it sooner than later after being rubbed the wrong way or another. Settled me right down before, during and after a fracas.
Then again, Bianco is back from Philly. Was just watching the "open, open, open" crowd waiting on the turn of the latch. Naturally, that got me shunted to pane. Soppresatta! Chris is the compleat pizza maestro whom I've known almost twenty-five years. (Salute, Guy. "I've got to meet your tailor!") Many friends thereby.
Don't think so... still need to diet yet I'll bet he'd love this too.
Not long after arising I went here; perhaps should do it sooner than later after being rubbed the wrong way or another. Settled me right down before, during and after a fracas.
Then again, Bianco is back from Philly. Was just watching the "open, open, open" crowd waiting on the turn of the latch. Naturally, that got me shunted to pane. Soppresatta! Chris is the compleat pizza maestro whom I've known almost twenty-five years. (Salute, Guy. "I've got to meet your tailor!") Many friends thereby.
Don't think so... still need to diet yet I'll bet he'd love this too.
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