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FIRST my toast says, "I love you" Next it's going to tell me to take out the trash.
Posted by: fudtheman | July 24, 2006 at 01:17 PM
Mine says "AHHHHH! The heat!!! I'm burning!!!!!!!! AAARRGGHHH!"
Really wakes you up in the morning...
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 24, 2006 at 01:21 PM
What better way to say "I Love You! " than with BIM BAM BANANA´s latest gadget product that toasts the message "I Love You" onto every round of freshly toasted bread.
I can think of a few ways. A new Porsche. An old Porsche. A mink coat.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | July 24, 2006 at 01:21 PM
Love isn't toast it is diamonds. Geez
Posted by: Baltimore Kat | July 24, 2006 at 01:24 PM
Can they make one that creates an image of Jesus on the toast? Could be lucrative!
Posted by: Bill | July 24, 2006 at 01:26 PM
They need to make one for break-ups, too: F*#k you toast. To be served with hot coffee poured in the lap.
Posted by: Bumble | July 24, 2006 at 01:32 PM
*snork* @ Bumble - MY kind of girl!!!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 24, 2006 at 01:35 PM
Yes, nothing say love better than burnt bread. ye gods...
Posted by: marfie | July 24, 2006 at 01:36 PM
*SNORKSNORKSNORK* @ Bumble.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 01:37 PM
Punkin~ I'm only a C cup. I'm nowhere near your kind of girl. ;-)
Posted by: Bumble | July 24, 2006 at 01:37 PM
Bumble, I'm picturing the "F*** You!" Travel Mug with loose-fitting lid.
Posted by: fudtheman | July 24, 2006 at 01:38 PM
if you cant toast the one youre with, love the toast youre with? the pic of the toaster makes it look like a refugee from 1972.
Posted by: queensbee | July 24, 2006 at 01:47 PM
(Beatles)
As I toast my breakfast
Send my crumbs to you
Remember that the settings
Have to be on "two"
If you'll be toasting soon , my love
I hope please
Just look beneath the cream cheese
P.S. I Love you
You, you, you!
Posted by: insomniac | July 24, 2006 at 01:48 PM
Bumble, you're reading my mind. I was wondering if they had a "GFY" attachment for those "not so friendly" mornings. You know, like the old joke:
First five years of marriage - Any room sex: Sex in any room of the house.
Next five years of marriage - Bedroom sex: Sex only in the bedroom.
After that - Hallway sex: You pass each other in the hallway and say, "F*ck you."
Posted by: Layzeeboy | July 24, 2006 at 01:52 PM
This is sponsored by the Creative Ways to Sell Carbs Dept. of the food industry.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | July 24, 2006 at 02:01 PM
a belated *snork* @ bumble!! that's the one I'd give my ex - course that would be if I actually "cooked" for him.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 02:05 PM
I see no problem with this love token as long as it comes with eggs, juice and a flower, served to me in my bed! Now, a man who does that is a keeper, even if he does buy you a toaster.
Posted by: 24-aholic | July 24, 2006 at 02:28 PM
*floats along on a multi-snork high*
It's fun to be funny. :-)
Posted by: Bumble | July 24, 2006 at 02:30 PM
Between this and my Jesus-pan, I'm all set!
Posted by: Ann,JustHappyThatNoOneEverCalledHer"BimBamBanana" | July 24, 2006 at 02:52 PM
if i could get someone to make me breakfast, i wouldn't care what it said. luv you, f*k you, eat me,whatver, it's hot food i didn't have to make it myself!!
Posted by: crossgirl | July 24, 2006 at 03:05 PM
amen to that!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 03:12 PM
Um...crossgirl...bacon or sausage? Or need I ask?
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 03:18 PM
blurker - did you really hafta ask???
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 03:31 PM
Just tryin' to get the order right. Be there shortly.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 03:37 PM
So if you toast a poptart, which ignites first, the exterior or the "I Love You"?
Posted by: Sallyacious | July 24, 2006 at 03:54 PM
Heywood Banks said it best: "Yeah Toast!"
Posted by: me | July 24, 2006 at 03:58 PM
AWBH...I had one of those pans..Last April it dissapeared for 3 days.
Posted by: Jazzzz | July 24, 2006 at 04:10 PM
disappeared!!!D@#@#$!
Posted by: Jazzzz | July 24, 2006 at 04:12 PM
Jazzzz...not Annie.
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 04:33 PM
Why can't it say "Make Your Own Damn Breakfast!"
Posted by: Suzy Q | July 24, 2006 at 04:37 PM
Who makes this? The Sirius Cybernetics Corporation?
(I tried loving my toaster once, when I was 14... It ended painfully.)
Posted by: otis wildflower | July 24, 2006 at 05:12 PM
*snork* @ otis* (but that's a visual I did NOT need)
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 05:32 PM
uh...otis?? how exactly do you "love your toaster"??? splain plez
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 05:44 PM
A friend, we'll call her "Pookie" because that's what her cro-magnon boyfriend called her, dated a doofus for 7 years. One Christmas he asked Pookie if she preferred gold or platinum. She was thrilled and told everyone he was finally going to pop the question.
Her gift was - a platinum-colored blender, so she could make him his protein shakes.
ISIANMTU. And yes, gals, she stayed with the dweeb.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 05:48 PM
I hope she at least added some arsenic to those shakes.
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 05:53 PM
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Annie! I'd add a few extra items (rat poison,maggots..etc) in there! geez
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 05:53 PM
wooo hooo!!simul & a psychic one at that Ann!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 05:54 PM
OK, you all know by now that I'm as much a guy's guy as anyone, but even I ain't that dumb.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 05:56 PM
A virtual jinx! Nice doing business with you, Susy!
blurk: You are a wise, wise man.
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 06:04 PM
Hey, he got away with it...she's just as dumb for staying. I even told her that arsenic wasn't traceable if you blended it with a little white vinegar, but noooo...
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 06:05 PM
*SNORKADOOZIE* @ Ann!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 06:06 PM
Wow, what an honor! From Annie no less! *beams*
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 06:12 PM
All I ever got from Annie was a, "Good one Blurk" or something like that. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was OK, but nothing like a SNORKADOOZIE.
I'm gonna go pout awhile.
Posted by: blurkernomore | July 24, 2006 at 06:16 PM
You'll just have to blog about the wrath of Pookie, blurk. Ooh... Wrath of Pookie WBAGNFA metal B of all women of the female gender!
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 06:26 PM
Hey, Ann - I did already, but only for one paragraph a couple of years ago - if you're interested - Faith, Hope and Clarity.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 06:35 PM
blurkie - keep tryin' - no pity snorks from me. :)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 06:35 PM
I can see that Ann - and the "male" dancers would be wearing a platinum toaster up their @ss!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 24, 2006 at 06:38 PM
Annie, you would like my dad. Every day he takes half of his pocket change and puts it in a jar, keeping the other half to use the next day (he usually has more when he gets home than what he left with). At the end of the year, he uses the jar money to buy my mom "something shiny" for Christmas.
From what I can tell, this means he had to pay attention one time thirty years ago when she told him she liked dainty, gold jewelry, and it's about 10 seconds of his day to divvy up the change. Is that really so hard?
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 06:48 PM
Ann- I like the idea that every day, when he empties his change out, he thinks of saving for something for his wife. And yes, it's really that hard for some of them. On Christmas Eve, my dad would hand me $20 and say, "Here, go get your mother something nice...from me."
It's truly the thought that counts!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 24, 2006 at 07:55 PM
Yup, Annie, that's the same thing I like. He's not perfect, but he's got that concept - "Hey, I love my wife. I even like my wife. I'll do something nice for her" - down.
Posted by: Ann | July 24, 2006 at 11:17 PM