Tuesday, February 26, 2008

i love carbohydrates

the way to someone's heart is through their stomach, although i think a straight shot through the chest with a butcher knife might be a more effective use of time. today i was informed that men are like waffles, and women are like spaghetti.

waffles: organized, ordered, separated, clearly defined, compartmentalized.

spaghetti: disorganized, touches everything and itself, chaotic.

one of my favourite memories as a child, was when my dad taught me to throw spaghetti at the wall to see if it was done.

i think the gluten-a-phobes are seriously missing out.

5 comments:

mansuetude said...

i don't know, this begs for some "funny" sarcasm but I am not gonna say it.

Love the spaghetti memory; though, it is easier on the walls if you just taste it, but no fun, no fun at all!!

p.s..Al dente pasta won't stick on walls.

Melinder said...

My mom taught me to make hard boiled eggs by taking one of the hot eggs out of its bath and twisting it. If it turns freely, it's done. However, I often spun them too soon and too hard thus resulting in eggs flying all over the kitchen.

Disa said...

sarcasm is the common language spoken here...

projectile soft boiled eggs sounds like fun- for someone else to clean off the walls/appliances/ceiling fan...

Jawz3 said...

Spaghetti on the wall.. what will these people think of us and the bad habits we inculcate into our beloved offspring?

Not Goth said...

lol thats funny I do that still..