Tuesday, December 16, 2008

take this!!!! breakfast on pluto!

break·fast (brkfst)
The first meal of the day, usually eaten in the morning.
v. break·fast·ed, break·fast·ing, break·fasts
To eat breakfast: We breakfasted on the terrace.
To provide breakfast for.

Broad·way (brôdw)
1. A thoroughfare of New York, the longest street in the world. It begins at the southern tip of Manhattan and extends about 241 km (150 mi) north to Albany.
2. The principal theater and amusement district of New York City, on the West Side of midtown Manhattan centered on Broadway.


so a few days ago....i overheard something that i am sure will become legend soon enough

most people who regular the montrose haunts know Jay Merritt and Michael Hardin, they are nice fellows but after the story i heard.... it might be debatable. they are no longer nice guys.... but HILARIOUS guys!
their poor friend Matt Archer, who is a very nice young man, was hanging out with a certain young lady, who will go unnamed for now. the next morning when she was leaving his residence. Michael had already called Jay the night before to prepare.... breakfast on broadway. as the young lady walked the walk of shame.... trying to not make contact with said roommate and friend: pancakes, strawberries, bacon, and eggs were all being prepared in her honor. Merritt manned the batter and Hardin was scrambling eggs....

YES it gets BETTER!!!

She almost made it out the door before Sinatra and Hardin came fluttering out of the kitchen....... asking but telling her at the same time... NO! NO! NO! NO! STAY STAY STAY.... we made breakfast.... FOR YOU! come on ...if you leave it will just hurt my feelings, just a few bits!!!! hey hey hey hey...huh?!?!?! alright sit down!!!

breakfast was ready about 10 minutes after this.... i heard them say it was the most epic an akward 10 minutes fo their lives. mainly because hardin was hanging out in only his snoopys undies and jay had somehow procured a giant man onesy- with feet holders and all. when the eggs were scrambled and the pancakes cooked.... she was place on the couch with a plate in front of her. before she had one bit in her mouth.....


breakfast on broadway.... hardin and jay come in singing the news.... one flying kick at a time.... she finished her breakfast and rain. little does archer know... that will probably be the last time that house sees her.

it might have looked a little like this

or this

or this

good times!

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