Whatever

I drive a tacoma and my name is Dave.

 

Hi, V!

Shakespeare wrote plays, poems and sonnets. He did not paint ceilings.

 

Italian?

 

That was the joke...Wolf knows what's up, so to speak.

 

I beg to differ

 

Well, what the fuck do I know?!

Later.

 

Duh

 

My neighbor just brought me food again. They are from Iran, I am terrified of foreign food

 

I'll take one. Southwest Asian food is incredibly good.

Edit: again? What else have they given you?

 

He was married. I bet he painted a few. And took out the trash and mowed the grass and drank a lot of beer.

 

This looks like dog vomit on toast with a piece of tomato and pickle garnish on top.

 

That actually looks pretty good

 

I don't have a dog or I would be letting it have some before I tried it. No dog = I am not even tasting it.
I don't do well at pot luck dinners either.

 

What's the name of the dish?

One of my favorite dishes growing up was SOS: Shit On Shingles. Cream of mushroom, ground beef, toast. Great broke-ass meal.

 

My mom used make it all the time also, we didn't use ground beef though. She used the budding (brand name) lunch meat.

 

After doing some Indiana Jones-level of searching, I found the date...I'll be there!

 

No. Gritto as in Grits.
My maternal grandfather was an Alabamian.

 

Ah yes, another staple. Did you try the food yet?