Grilled Virgin Anyone?
I was at my sister's house today making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. When it was done, I put it on a plate and was about to cut it in half when I saw it, Oh holy crap! An exact, perfect likeness of the Virgin fricken Mary, right there on grilled white bread for all the world to see. I called my sister in the kitchen and said, "LOOK! The virgin fricken Mary is on my sammitch."
She looked at me like I was nuts. "Okay, 'MOM', are you trying to tell me that you think the Virgin has made an appearance on your sandwich?"
"No," I says, "I'm not telling you, I'm SHOWING you. It looks ezzackly like her. Are you blind?"
"Looks like Mickey Mouse to me," she says.
"No no, go Google it. It looks just like the Virgin on mom's catholic, grigri, voodoo candles."
"You're nuts," she sez.
"Why am I nuts? If it was an image of Justine Timberlake I'll bet you'd get excited."
She then proceeded to take a bite out of Mary's face, smacked me on the back of my head, and left the kitchen...with my sammitch. So much for my sister's kitchen becoming the next Lourdes. Damn I'm hungry.
She looked at me like I was nuts. "Okay, 'MOM', are you trying to tell me that you think the Virgin has made an appearance on your sandwich?"
"No," I says, "I'm not telling you, I'm SHOWING you. It looks ezzackly like her. Are you blind?"
"Looks like Mickey Mouse to me," she says.
"No no, go Google it. It looks just like the Virgin on mom's catholic, grigri, voodoo candles."
"You're nuts," she sez.
"Why am I nuts? If it was an image of Justine Timberlake I'll bet you'd get excited."
She then proceeded to take a bite out of Mary's face, smacked me on the back of my head, and left the kitchen...with my sammitch. So much for my sister's kitchen becoming the next Lourdes. Damn I'm hungry.