When people incorporate culinary accoutrements in the getting-on-of-their-freak, why is it always sweet and not salty?
It's chocolate, whipped cream and strawberries.
Why not a ladle-full of gravy or a big ol' heapin' helpin' of chili?
I was pondering that today and waxed a little poetic - Love should be sweet. Tears are salty.
Then I just got pragmatic about it.
I figure noone enjoys dill pickle chip crumbs in their bed or feeling a tad like a poutine after love-making
4 comments:
actually pickles in bed could work ...
or hrmm
than again panty pudding is salty too :)
panty pudding - a new term entires my addled brain...
Nice comment. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Keep the panty stories in the sealed panty vault. I'll have me a helpin' of pizza though...mind the blankie.
No need to be so harsh. Who hasn't done the dirty deed with a little side helping of meatloaf and pigs knuckles? I'm not alone on this one, am I?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
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