Had some Pap toast this week. Made me smile. Miss that man.
My kids were privileged to know my dad. He lived with us for a school year and close to us for 9 years when they were growing up. He told them jokes and laughed at their jokes. He pulled them in their little red wagon and he rode it down the road in front of our house. He went to their school concerts and their soccer games. He read about them in the Portage Dispatch. He was a part of their lives and he became part of our family voacabulary as well.
Pap pants= painter or carpenter jeans. With lots of pockets and a loop for your hammer. Natural color.
Pap toast= stale hot dog bun opened and toasted in the toaster. Served with butter. Can add jelly. Or peanut butter and banana slices.
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N had pap toast the other day...
Pap toast is best served with butter and cinnamon/sugar.
High, girl!
Wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity of aplomBombs
falling on thy indelible, magnificent, vigilant cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the prolific GODy sed:
(what could be MOE exciting than the 3-Stooges??)
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jumpy into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down…
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