There's a fruit store on our street It's run by a Greek. And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him speak! When you ask him anything, he never answers "no". He just "yes"es you to death, and as he takes your dough He tells you "Yes, we have no bananas We have-a no bananas today. We've string beans, and onions Cabashes, and scallions, And all sorts of fruit and say We have an old fashioned tomato A Long Island potato But yes, we have no bananas. We have no bananas today."
What happen? Somebody set up us the bomb. We get signal. What! It's you! HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN! ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US. YOU ARE ON THE WAY TO DESTRUCTION. What you say! YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME. HA HA HA HA... Captain!! Take off, every 'Zig'! You know what you are doing. Move 'Zig'. For great justice.
I was also a little disappointed with the potato dumplings. They do taste a bit different. They weren't drenched in as much butter. And they didn't give us the slice of pumpernickle bread I had come to expect.
How could they have been out of potatoes for so long? That place is a mystery.
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I like potato.
Clearly, Dan Quayle didn't write that sign.
Let's call the whole thing off.
Tomato is not amused.
channeling eggagog!
Meanwhile, down the block, Oy-sters and Err-sters duke it out, probably based on price...
One potato, two potato, three potato, four..... Anyway, I saw some interesting articles at www.saneworks.us. I thought I would pass the word on.
Is that an Irish World Cup fan sign?
Potato is Ann's grandchild. This is a ransom note. A disturbingly cheerful one.
Dan,
That guy at saneworks.us needs an editor. No, he needs a team of editors. An army of editors.
There's a fruit store on our street
It's run by a Greek.
And he keeps good things to eat
But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him anything, he never answers "no".
He just "yes"es you to death, and as he takes your dough
He tells you
"Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today.
We've string beans, and onions
Cabashes, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato
But yes, we have no bananas.
We have no bananas today."
I love the fact that the moment I saw that photo I knew exactly where it was taken, and exactly why it was posted.
Now I need to get back to Madison for some dumplings.
What happen?
Somebody set up us the bomb.
We get signal.
What! It's you!
HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN!
ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.
YOU ARE ON THE WAY TO DESTRUCTION.
What you say!
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME. HA HA HA HA...
Captain!!
Take off, every 'Zig'!
You know what you are doing.
Move 'Zig'.
For great justice.
I was SO excited the potato dumplings were back, but I was disappointed. I feel like something is different. They just don't taste the same :(
"Potato is Ann's grandchild."
Oh, the Professor's sort of like Blythe Danner, whose offspring tend to name children after produce?
;)
Tom: They're not as generous with the vinegar as they used to be. Squirt some on yourself next time and you'll be pleased.
I was also a little disappointed with the potato dumplings. They do taste a bit different. They weren't drenched in as much butter. And they didn't give us the slice of pumpernickle bread I had come to expect.
How could they have been out of potatoes for so long? That place is a mystery.
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