I have heard that Panera Bagels kick butt!  My friend’s boss brings them in every once in a while he lives out in the boonies where there is one. 

 

The closest one to me is about an hour.

 

Too far for bagels.  There is a new one opening next year down the road from where my boyfriend works, so I may get a chance to taste one someday. 

 

They had an article in the newspaper about the zoning appeals for the new Panera and the article stated that they donate all the unsold bread from the day to local soup kitchens.

 

I thought that was very nice.

A dead Sparky??? Sheez, and I thought hot dogs were made out of dead dogs...

I will say that Panera is enjoyable. Second, Phat Cat, don't go hanging around too many dumpsters. You may never know where you end up.

OK, first of all, Panera?   We would go there more, but my wife is a low-carb person and to waste the bowl is a crime.

You have no worries about dumpsters in our family Sparky.  We rescued our second cat from a dumpster.  Sorry about the initial wisecrack.  Very odd phrase, isn't it?  Who would think of using a cetrifical cat carcass as a system of measurement?  Another interesting phrase is,"I trust you about as far as I can comfortably spit a dead rat."

Well now, that sure derailed the fast food discussion didn't it?

MC DONALDS!  There, back on track.

-- Edited by WFTR at 14:08, 2005-07-06

Putting either dead animal in your mouth is

Brings new meaning to the term "Wok your dog".  Hey, we've got chicken heads at Mickey D's, fingers at Wendy's (not their fault), and we still patronize these places!  Don't ask what's in the head cheese.

I doubt it, she planned the whole thing so it's not like it took her by surprise.  Although if your twisted enough to form such a plan, you might not be above taking a taste for the dramatic effect.

Where do they get the toes?!

I'll bet its tequilla! If you can get to the bottom of a bottle of tequilla you'll drink anything and NOT spit it out even! worms, scorpions, phe- what's a toe at that point?

man o man mo- the PULL of the Golden Arches. In 1987, I will never forget this, they opened up a micky-ds a mile from my house. It was the worst snow storm in a decade, school was closed- the neighborhood kids were hangin at my place cuz what the hey. Someone had mentioned MC'D french fries and thats all it took. We hopped in my '74 pinto with 286,000 miles on it, no other cars STOOPID enough to be on the road, and we made it to the arches for 16 orders of fries and a bag of ketchup and we ate them at the tables outside in the snow!

 

hey D? I am like El Phat Cat Presidente! If cats have 9 lives, lord knows how many of the 9 I have left!

aw I must have did oil changes every week, couldn't even tell you what the original color of the car was, due to rust, but that $200 car had a $400 kenwood stereo system in it- what it really was was a fancy weatherproof portable stereo carrier! LOL one time one of my friends made the mistake of buckling herself in in the back seat. The buckle would not unlatch for anything! I remember being ticked off that we had to slit the belt with a hunting knife to get her out- a perfectly good broken seatbelt was now ruined!

oh ray! mark my words that car had done more for me back then than a lambourghini could do for me today. I took "my gal" to prom 1986 in that car. As we were driving downtown, some cat in a porche 911 pulled up along side, giving her the eye,  and she yelled, from the window that would not roll up "small penis?!?!?!?!?!?" I was the richest man (er....boy....er twit??? LOL) in the world!

lol- if memory serves me correct, it was not star, at least I don't think it was? But hey, I could be wrong. The details fade, but the  is  hey?