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09 June 2011 @ 08:01 am
My mistress, she calls.  
You know her--she's got two wheels and goes "BRRRMBRRRMBRRRM."

She wants to go visit the Very Large Fruit, and how can a gentleman refuse? While there, I mean to do a little business of my own. But really, this trip is for her, and she demands we leave TODAY. BRRRM.

Can I fetch anything for anyone? Ray's Pizza? The good cannoli? A giant light-up ad from Times Square?
Current Mood: naughtyBRRRM.
trollcatztrollcatz on June 9th, 2011 03:06 pm (UTC)
You call the Maenad your mistress?
ace_cub_reportrace_cub_reportr on June 9th, 2011 03:07 pm (UTC)
If I did, she'd squash me like a bug.
trollcatztrollcatz on June 9th, 2011 03:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, duh--your OTHER mistress. *g*
ace_cub_reportrace_cub_reportr on June 9th, 2011 03:10 pm (UTC)
The jealous one.
standuponitstanduponit on June 9th, 2011 03:12 pm (UTC)
This is me, admiring your jaunty retired-guy lifestyle.

Maybe you could bring me a paper shredder? No? How about some pierogies from Veselka?
Liz Schechterladysmith on June 9th, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC)
God, I miss good NY cannolis. No one makes them right anywhere else.

The best I ever had were at this little hole in the wall place on Morris Park Ave and Amethyst, catty corner from St. Dominick's church. I don't even know if the place ever had a name. We just called it Phyllis' place, after Phyllis, who owned it. She's probably long gone now -- she was 90 years older than God when I left NY in 1994.
Data Magpie: kitchentylik on June 9th, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
Armenian string cheese with the little black seeds?

Cass W. Marshalljudith_dascoyne on June 9th, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
Cheese Cake from Juniors?