Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
This rocks -- Mrs. Petronio knocked on our door earlier with a big plate of homemade ravioli, meatballs and sausage. Outstanding. It's all part of my sinister plot to usurp Guido's place in the Petronio family hierarchy -- or at least eat the food that his mother had otherwise prepared for him. I'm hitting my stride. Guido's been invited to join the blog, but so far he has not weighed in (not even in self-defense). No problem: more ravioli for me. (And for da boyz: they ripped into those meatballs.)