Sex and French Toast

Have you ever heard a phrase, most likely carelessly juxtaposed, and thought, “that needs to be the title for something – I don’t know what; I don’t know why, but it must be.” A quick Google search tells me that apparently I am unique in this thought.

One would think in the seemingly infinite amount of Simpson’s episodes that Homer would have inexplicably muttered the phrase, though I imagine that “sex”, for the sake of appeasement, would have been replaced with “Mmm” (my book antiqua font doesn’t do the word justice, but pretend it is moaned in a sexy woman’s voice) and French toast with “beer” and you’ll see that, in fact, Homer has been saying this phrase for year – they just haven’t named any episodes after it.

Since the slate is clear it allows me to have complete artistic freedom in my aptly titled piece – and you would think with my apparent six month hiatus that I would have plenty to say and the words would flow from my fingertips like sweat down the crack of a fat man in a sauna. If you used this analogy, you would be 100% correct – the words are flowing very awkwardly and grossly.

You may be wondering what I have been doing for the last six months or so. Some totally within-the-realm-of-possibility thoughts to that end might include:
• Solving world hunger
• Writing on another blog which is much better than this one
• Vacationing with all the ad revenue I have made from previously mentioned better blog
• Dying
• Opening a flower shop

If you thought one or more of these thoughts, you are absolutely correct. Plus many more things that you thought of that I didn’t mention – I did them all, and doing all those things precluded me from writing in this blog.

I don’t foresee the situation getting much better – I have planned to do all of the things you will have thought I was doing after you read this post. And it will be amazing.

In all seriousness – I am formulating, in my mind, a post about flowers, but I don’t think getting a girlfriend has changed me at all.

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3 Responses to “Sex and French Toast”

  1. Jenny Says:

    Hasn’t changed you at all? That’s a funny joke Justin! If you haven’t changed then we’re breaking up.

  2. Doug Says:

    It’s ok, baby. I’ll never leave you!

  3. Jon Says:

    Dude man man dude. I love sex and I love french toast.

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