We’re all in the kitchen talking/distracting Leta while we’re making pasta the other night, when this little diddy makes it’s way into our normal 1950s family style conversation.
Heather: I’m so hungry I could eat anything right now?
GEORGE!: How about a turd sandwich?
Heather: Depends on the sauce.
GEORGE!: Awesome.
Pretty sure Jon had no idea what he was getting himself into.
2 responses so far ↓
MandaCakes // Apr 24, 2007 at 8:52 am
My vote would be for heavy barbecue sauce. Maybe some horseradish.
theloudcorral // Apr 25, 2007 at 7:35 pm
when my cousins and I were little we would fart at the dinner table and tell my grandma we were gonna put bread up to our bottoms and make fart sandwiches. She, being such a great grandma, let her three wallflower granddaughters fart all the way thru dinner, too.
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