PG and I were cruising around in his new Porsche yesterday – you know, just trying it out. It’s a lot more refined than his other Porsche, and unlike his other Porsche, this one isn’t currently broken. I like it.
Anyway, we were doing a day-trip, and had to stop for gas in a small town. PG being PG, then announced that he was ready for lunch so we should also find somewhere to eat while we were in this small town. I think it had been two hours since we’d had a very large breakfast of Kahlua-blueberry pancakes (my own creation, thank you very much!), so naturally, the man was ravenous.
Needless to say, we did NOT order the wonton.