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Patrick Crowther
{K:13563} 5/24/2007
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A long time ago now, in a toilet (restroom, bathroom) in his palatial house in Memphis, a 40 year old singer wondered what to eat next. He called downstairs... 'Sumbuduh bring muh some of them marshmallow, chocolate bits and graham crackers. I got the hunger, mama. Thanyouveruhmuch.' A couple of minutes later, a silver platter was delivered through the door by a servant wearing a clothes peg on his nose. The man let out a contented sigh... 'urrrggh, these are juss'like them ones mama usta make'. Then... silence. The truth is out...
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James Cook
{K:37179} 5/24/2007
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What the feck is a marshmellow anyway?
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Jennifer Gumbarevic
{K:1159} 5/24/2007
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You should partake. They are wonderful little tasty morsels of goodness.
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Jim Loy
{K:24728} 5/25/2007
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Yep... a S'more rates right up there with a peanut butter and banana sam'ich.
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Jim Loy
{K:24728} 5/25/2007
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I did partake... that is how I know I do not like...
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Roger Skinner
{K:66266} 5/26/2007
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oh my heart... my aching veins...
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