
I decided to give Primo's chicken sandwiches another go round for another lunch. Pesto and bruchetta and a cutlet, maybe with long hots, I forget. The dragon came across a foe, but its strength and possessiveness of all food that passes my lips in the office rendered its combatant ineffective.
Go, dragon, go!
ReplyDeleteWe are ever so glad that the Smurf got his comeuppance, or knockdownance. How did the blue faced guy sneak past the dragon's perimeter?
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