I learned that mom and pop Hennessy made their money in pizza, Little
Caeser's pizza heard said, and that finalizes it. Not only are we
close to headquarters of The Cheese Lady, a post-Muskegon Mall
disaster pioneer, we are seeing the results of plenty of shredded
cheese delivered to homes or picked up by dads. So it sticks, the name
Cheesetown. I'm even thinking of erecting a sign. A sign that people
fall in love with and put on tee shirts and caps. Just asked the
attractive young woman standing an arm's length away if she were the
designated Irish woman on duty this afternoon. Led to a nice chat
whilst her dining companion parked her car and beguiled the time as I
waited for me bangers and mash. I got the glory of my bangers and mash piping hot, confused why a
sauteed slice of zucchini would show up on an Irish dish. It's a
goodly dish with grace notes in the eating, but I am missing the
bangers and mash from the Irish Public House on grounds of Chateau
Elan, north of Atlanta, Georgia. I am planning a visit to a party at the Amway Grand Thursday night as
well as a visit to a pair of poets reading in Holland, Michigan. I
think I'll get a hair cut and buy a fresh shirt so I look presentable,
buff up the luggage baggage somewhat. What I really need is an hour in
a dental hygenist's chair, but that usually takes a week's planning.
If only it were as convenient as having a car's oil changed or
exterior buffed & waxed. Not at ones best without one and breath mints
are no substitute. Friday I head to the Motor City and see my daughter, so it's time to
go look up theater. Maybe I'll pass an evening in the legendary Irish
bar in Royal Oak, Michigan, called Four Green Fields, enjoy the music.
Pub I hear is owned by a circle of priests who teach at Brother Rice
parochial school in Birmingham. Despite fact I am simply drinking water, I am delayed in my return to
my office. I let them know by Blackberry. I feel I return to office a
better man, having reflected.
Caeser's pizza heard said, and that finalizes it. Not only are we
close to headquarters of The Cheese Lady, a post-Muskegon Mall
disaster pioneer, we are seeing the results of plenty of shredded
cheese delivered to homes or picked up by dads. So it sticks, the name
Cheesetown. I'm even thinking of erecting a sign. A sign that people
fall in love with and put on tee shirts and caps. Just asked the
attractive young woman standing an arm's length away if she were the
designated Irish woman on duty this afternoon. Led to a nice chat
whilst her dining companion parked her car and beguiled the time as I
waited for me bangers and mash. I got the glory of my bangers and mash piping hot, confused why a
sauteed slice of zucchini would show up on an Irish dish. It's a
goodly dish with grace notes in the eating, but I am missing the
bangers and mash from the Irish Public House on grounds of Chateau
Elan, north of Atlanta, Georgia. I am planning a visit to a party at the Amway Grand Thursday night as
well as a visit to a pair of poets reading in Holland, Michigan. I
think I'll get a hair cut and buy a fresh shirt so I look presentable,
buff up the luggage baggage somewhat. What I really need is an hour in
a dental hygenist's chair, but that usually takes a week's planning.
If only it were as convenient as having a car's oil changed or
exterior buffed & waxed. Not at ones best without one and breath mints
are no substitute. Friday I head to the Motor City and see my daughter, so it's time to
go look up theater. Maybe I'll pass an evening in the legendary Irish
bar in Royal Oak, Michigan, called Four Green Fields, enjoy the music.
Pub I hear is owned by a circle of priests who teach at Brother Rice
parochial school in Birmingham. Despite fact I am simply drinking water, I am delayed in my return to
my office. I let them know by Blackberry. I feel I return to office a
better man, having reflected.
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