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So I woke up and came here to read and suddenly it dawned on me - where have I been these past few years. All of the puffery and the pontificating. Go right to the DQ.
THE DQ I MET AT THE DQ
We were watching Sleepless and I had this insatiable hankering for a Blizzard. Skip ahead to where I was at the order point at the DQ when the person next to me raised her voice and said "s'cuse me while I add colloquy to the sound level". My face showed the fascination from hearing that and my thoughts centered on autonomic neuropathy Why does this always make an appearance just when hankering is being addressed? All I wanted is a fucking blizzard and now my pattern recognition has kicked in and I'm figuring out what's going on with Alice's Restaurant over there. It wasn't the choice of words per se but more like how she looked when she said it. Now the id kicks in and asks "are you a little faux fellated by imagining the coverage or do you just want a doughnut?"
This is not the kind of interrogation I am good at so fortunately the gray and white fluffs In the sky segue to our man of la mancha frothing at the kilt to comment here, so here goes:
Look, just removing some degradated mouth crud makes this a Chantilly lace day. More about the DQ later.