It’s all Chip’s fault.
At midnight, the wife-type-person said “Hey, let’s go to Waffle House!”. So, we drove 25 miles and had breakfast, the first time I’ve eaten at a Waffle House in eight years.
I blame this all on Chip Rosenthal. Chip, what do you have to say for yourself?
May 15th, 2004 at 8:44 am
Mmmmmmm, waffles.