Tuesday, October 11, 2011

We simply must have you for dinner!

Hello, beautiful. Is it you, or is it hot in here? Why don't you scoot closer...there you go...


What? That little guy? Don't worry about that little guy. He's harmless. Sorry about the mess. I was going to clean that up right after I.......



Oh, yes, I did. Knives don't kill tomatoes, people kill tomatoes. And you are mine.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.



Not one...



Not two...



But three! wicked batches of tomato sauce.



Oh. Wait. What have we here? You are friends of who? Tomay, tomay what? What does he look like? Describe him. Red, you say. Red, red, red. I'm afraid I do not know of whom you are speaking. What was that? Oh, that little guy. Don't worry about that little guy. He'll take care of you. You know, I like you. Please, you must let me have you for dinner. I insist.