Mama, I spent the whole day in anticipation of your wonderful food.
Did you hear those sprinklers we just drove by? They were putting down a sick rhythm.
Mama: Julian, do you need an interruption? J: Only if you have something to convey. Mama: I do. I want to convey my love for you. J: I already know that. You tirelessly demonstrate it every day -- for the last 18 years. Mama: You are SO lucky. J: Yeah I know.
To be honest, they should really be called "Improbable Burgers".
Remember when I used to think misogynists were masseuses?
These pot stickers have the perfect friction coefficient for dipping just the right amount of sauce.
I'm waiting for your eyes to roll two pi radians...
Mama: "Clean up your mess from breakfast."
Julian: "It's not a mess, it's art. It's Modern Art. Some people would pay a lot of money to see it."
