The other night for dinner I made a pasta and threw in a bunch of veggies and ham that needed to get used. It was by no means an exciting meal, but the boys looked pretty happy as we dished up their plates. I was the last to sit and dish up. I tried to scoop from a strategic location with multiple mix-ins around. Everything slid out the spoon except the noodles.
"Nice," I observed, "I didn't get anything but noodles."
"Butt noodles!?!" exclaimed Heath examining his plate more closely.
Bon Appetite
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I love your butt noodles! Nobody makes 'em like you baby!
I love it.
mmmmmm ... butt.
i LOVE butt noodles! I can't get them anywhere here in Pocatello...stupid railroad town.
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