If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
I had no idea such ethnic treats were available to you in Boyneland.
As long as you get one for me too.
Poor little lambies.
yeah, I gots a problem wid' dat! Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, huh? Huh? Huh? Y'all gonna come down here and whup mah ass? I'll be waitin' fer ya, punk!! I'll be in the Marketplace wrapped in the Dixie flag!! C'mon, bring it on!!
Psst!! Hey Megan!! You know that ol' line about "lips that have touched ground up sheep flesh shan't touch mine", right?
Why do you need a pap smear?Oh wait, you said gyro, not gyno.Never mind.
Grab me a bag of baked chips. Okay?
That picture is giving me a "Falling Down" moment, because you know it will never look like that in real life...I just want a gyro, like the one in the picture.
oh God that looks good!
I love gyros and their Canadian equivalent, the donair. Yes please.
Yeah-- me. I'm jealous. Since my diagnosis of celiac, nary a gyro has passed my lips.When I was visiting an old friend in Germany in 1994, I was faced with a dilemma-- what to eat. I hate German food. Fortunately, so many Turkish people live in Germany that there are "Donner" stands on every corner. They're nearly identical to gyros, except their Turkish, not Greek.
Thanks for making me hungry for gyro at 9am.
BTW, they pronounce that "jai-ro" in Indiana.
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