I wish someone would cook breakfast for me...

I don't know why they call it the golden years.

They should call it the cereal years because every time I get up I hear snap, crackle and pop.

You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?

seagrass, wouldn't it be nice? No one has cooked breakfast for me since mom when I was a kid and restaurants of course.

And do the dishes afterwards.

"Gossip is when you hear something you like about someone you don't"

--Earl Wilson

salonva - Eggs Benedict, please, with homefries and a Bloody Mary!

Following Ded's cartoon

Rusty

Jasdip -- Is that a clutch?

I think Jasdip’s is the switch that turns on the bright lights.