tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97434276325353406.post2710216595450442262..comments2023-10-31T08:28:47.019-05:00Comments on 100 Words: SchwarmaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97434276325353406.post-68317426997884530622008-04-23T17:22:00.000-05:002008-04-23T17:22:00.000-05:00Personally, I don't care for hummus unless it's in...Personally, I don't care for hummus unless it's in the schwarma. Hummus worries about losing me. The truth is, there's nothing hummus can do to win me over in the first place. I never think about hummus. Never will. I think about schwarma. Deal with it, hummus. And worry about the people who actually care.m-chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09935163560335041761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97434276325353406.post-85159787463780671722008-04-16T22:08:00.000-05:002008-04-16T22:08:00.000-05:00I feel like that sometimes too. Other times I fee...I feel like that sometimes too. Other times I feel like I'm late to a shoot, coming back from grabbing a breakfast sandwich from the Tim Horton's drive-through, stuck behind a giant backhoe.G.D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15819061212299243443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97434276325353406.post-84373012640111898782008-04-16T12:15:00.000-05:002008-04-16T12:15:00.000-05:00Yes. Sometimes I feel like I'm standing on the oth...Yes. Sometimes I feel like I'm standing on the other side of the cafeteria line wearing a hair net, and serving up large platters of pickled jicama, curried sauces and other delectable middle eastern delights.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com