My Knitting and My Life (hopelessly intertwined)
ugh, fing Cracker Barrel... you're def right, once was more than enough!
i am happy to say i have never been to either1
what is the Bob Evans? Some place where gypsys put you under their dresses and steal your tip money?sister B
we think so. Or you get put behind a red velvet curtain and chased by killers (isn't that Zaide's recurring BE nightmare?)
Just the thought of Bob Evans makes me ROFLMAO
it would not even be possible for me to eat in a Bob Evans restaurant w/o milk coming out of my nose.
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