Somebody sent that sentence as a text message Friday night. I have no clue who sent it to me.
I found it on my phone this morning.
To answer the question: no, Cajuns don't call boobs beignets. A beignet is a rather plump, fried doughnut. A woman's boobs have a lot fewer calories.
I have this horrible visual of an Accadian version of Homer Simpson, staring at a woman's chest and going "Mmmm...beignet."
If I can get myself out of the fetal position, I should be able to force that awful image from my mind.
Really have to check those things more often...
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So why oh why do I have a picture of a Gibson ES-175 embedded in this post?
Have you ever heard the tones that resonate from this sucker? Gig it up to a Marshall stack, and you're ready to roll. I played a decent clone of this guitar last Christmas; I'd probably neuter myself with a spork to be able to afford the real thing.
Perfect gift for birthday travels on a Music Highway.
Happy birthday, Shayna! And I bet you thought I'd forget...
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Since Cooper brought up the concept of keywords associated with blogs, I wanted to give Google's indexing monkeys something interesting to play with.
Give it a month. Somebody's going to search for "librarian boobs Cajun Beignets ." There are, after all, some sick bastards out there.
Please. Way too many people take blogging too seriously.
How the hell do you think people find your blog? CNN?