Sunday, March 14, 2010

Her Big Fat Stolen Greek Cookbook

Erik and I frequent the most delicious Meditarrean grill (it's cheap too).  There are very few tables in this establishment, and the one we chose last week was the only one available.  It was very close to a group of ladies.  As soon as we sat, I knew these ladies could be from Steel Magnolias.  Their accents were very thick and very southern.  Besides overhearing, "... and I'll never be a Deacon's wife ever again!".  We also overheard this little gem, it tickles me so....

Close your eyes, and imagine the Geico pothole saying this:

"I have a really nice Greek cookbook that I stole from a ministers wife.  She wasn't very nice, so I don't feel bad."

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