~cue Frank Zappa mewzik~
The waffle man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Waffle
Research Kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
Intimate quantity of dried waffle remnants and brushing his scapular aside
procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
"Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
yuk... lets try that again...!) he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
near the summit of a dense but radiant waffle of his own design.
Later he says:
"Some people... SOME people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say
There is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of Gods grey
Earth as that prince of foods... the WAFFLE!"
culero (OK, yeah, MUFFIN, but I couldn't resist
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