| date: | Wed, 28 Apr 2004 13:14:56 -0500 |
| from: | worm 1 |
| to: | comrades@everyoneIKnowWithAnEmailAddress.com |
| subject: | breakfast of champions |
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A true story, completely fabricated, about my personal accountant, Harvey. About a week ago, Harvey and I decided to go to Bunkers on Washington Avenue North for lunch. "Let's go to Bunker's for lunch," Harvey said. Myself, being the agreeable sort, agreed. "Sure." I said. So we went to Bunkers. They had a lunch special. It was a tuna casserole. "What's your lunch special?" Harvey asked when our waitress came to take our order. "Tuna casserole." She replied. "Hmmm, interesting." Harvey said. "Are you going to get the tuna casserole, Harv?" I asked. "I'm not sure. On the one hand, it sounds delicious. But on the other hand, I've always been afraid of the word 'casserole'. I just can't decide." Harvey said. "Did you know that the word casserole comes from the Latin words cassa, meaning house, and rolle meaning to turn over?" I asked. "Really?" Both Harvey and the waitress replied, simultaneously. "No." I said. He ended up having the tuna casserole. Breakfast this week will be on Sunday morning, 10:30 am, at: Lyle's Bar & Restaurant 2021 Hennepin Ave. S. Minneapolis Remember, that's Sunday, the last day of the weekend. |
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