save your missives, you bastards. i will never give up bread, pasta or potatoes. no matter what oprah or atkins or your mom says.
i am in love with toffee nut lattes from *bucks. my pal lisa got one when we were in boston, i had one sip and i haven't looked back since. poor lis - there are hardly any *buckies in syracuse. alas, raleigh has one on every corner it seems. i love 'em iced, frappuccino'ed and steaming hot with whipped cream and toffee bits. is there anything better? lisa happened to be near a *bucks in syracuse last night. lacking cash on hand and so desperate was she for a toffee nut latte that she even paid in quarters. that's like a 100 quarters. nothing stands in the way of a gal and her vente toffee nut latte.
i watched "young frankenstein" last night. i guess i should say "fronkensteeeen". sooooooooo funny. now this is real humor:
Igor: Dr. Frankenstein...
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: "Fronkensteen."
Igor: You're putting me on.
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: No, it's pronounced "Fronkensteen."
Igor: Do you also say "Froaderick"?
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: No... "Frederick."
Igor: Well, why isn't it "Froaderick Fronkensteen"?
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: It isn't; it's "Frederick Fronensteen."
Igor: I see.
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: You must be Igor.
[He pronounces it ee-gor.]
Igor: No, it's pronounced "eye-gor."
Dr. Friedrich von Frankenstein: But they told me it was "ee-gor."
Igor: Well, they were wrong, weren't they?
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