Looked it up, for us non-Indians, fried balls of chickpea flour soaked in sugar syrup.
To repeat my statement from yesterday, Hell is not Exit 8 on the New Jersey Turnpike, it’s Exit 13. I should know I’ve lived within 5 miles of Exit 13 for nearly 70 years.
I find my ice cream headache goes away if I wash down my ice cream with hot coffee.
That’s Bob, Joe the father’s brother.
Fortunately Santa has an immunity to cuteness from being frequently exposed to it otherwise we would be all doomed.
There ain’t no Sanity Claus. Chico Marx
Which is why I switched to the online version, also so I wouldn’t need to recycle the papers.
A NYC PBS radio station used to have Saturdays With Sinatra.
My family name is Andrade for years yahoo would change it to Android. Is that why I always had to prove I wasn’t a robot.
My sister once stuck the pointy end of a pencil in my leg, the scar faded after 40 years.