I have tried and tried to keep my peeps safe from those meany cobs, but they continues to go to the market and buy mores. And after Harry's cob adventures... Guess they'll nevers learn.
Come on outs! Mum gonna husk you.
Maybe it's cuz Dad's a (Corn)Huskers fan. I don't knows but it's drivin' me crazys.
He loves Cobb Salad, but I don't think they put cobs in it. It drives Dad crazys (Ah, ha!) when he orders a Cobb salad and it comes to the tables all mixed up or with the wrong stuffs in it. He says, “If they offer a Cobb Salad, they should know how to prepares it and presents it.” What does he knows. Dummys cob head.
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Showing posts with label Corn cob. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Corn cob. Show all posts
19 July 2007
COB ALERTS! COBB ALERTS! DUMMYS ALERTS!
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Labels: Cobb salad, Corn cob
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