I wanna open the (presumably) first restaurant centered around simple buttered white toast. I wanna become the Peter Lugers of buttered white toast.
I've spent a lot of time recently thinking about toast, including HERE. White bread, buttered toast. Toast is yet another reason I'll fit in perfectly in London. AND, two of the movies I mentioned HERE
have scenes involving toast. So I've felt as if my living through the
cosmos was pleasantly being altered thanks to my love of toast.
Well, once again I've proven to be the master controller of zeitgeist, as, according to New York magazine, we're in the age of toast.
I'm not saying it's because of me that toast is looming large in our lives. But I am saying that I am the reason for this looming.
Damn, I loves me some toast.
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