Zerts are what I call deserts, tray trays are what I call entrees, sandwiches are sammies, sandoozles or Adam Sandlers, air conditioners are cool blaterz with a "z" ... I don't know where that came from. I call cakes big ol' cookies, I call noodles long ass rice, fried chicken is fry fry chicky chick, chicken parmesan is chicky chicky parm parm, chicken caciatore is chicky catch, I call eggs pre-birds or future birds, root beer is super water, tortillas are bean blankets, and I call forks... food rakes!
Leslie: Yellow haired female... likes waffles and news. Ann: Sexy, well-read blonde... loves the sweeter things in life. Leslie: Much better. Ann: Hobbies? Leslie: Organizing my agenda. Wait, that doesn't sound fun...jammin' on my planner! Ann: Favorite place? Leslie: Upstairs there's this mural of wildflowers, and I like to sit on a bench in front of it. Ann: Really? It could be anywhere in the world: Paris, Hawaii, the Grand Canyon... Leslie: Nope. Just the bench in front of the mural. Ann: What about an actual meadow, where wildflowers are? Leslie: Eww, Ann, I'm scared of bees, mural! Ann: Okay, what do you think of dogs? Leslie: Love! Ann: Cats? Leslie: Love! Ann: Fish? Leslie: Love! Ann: Turtles? Leslie: No opinion. They're condescending. Ann: Describe your ideal man. Leslie: He's dark and mysterious, and he can sing. And he plays the organ. Ann: I think you just described the Phantom of the Opera.