Oooh, this doesn’t sound good. I saw Star Trek: the Next Improvisation by Vancouver Theatresports, and I’m pretty sure that’s what they say to the redshirt Ensign Toast just before the Klingons fire.
You Are Toast |
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You’re the type who loves to cook for friends, and they love you for it. You truly know what tastes good, and you can often pick out the best dish at a restaurant. You don’t fall for food trends. You stick with what’s been food for a long time! |












Let’s see … my main meal of the day is lunch, I usually have toast & coffee for brekky, but the rest is pretty much true. Well, except for the being ‘totally grown up’ bit.
If you think of it relative to the demographic of this blog, though, you’ve got it aced.
Nah, that just means I’m older than everyone else.
Ah, I happen to know that’s not the case. We scale older around the ol’ raincoaster blog. Immature, sure, but older.
Odd, I’m toast too. And probably dry, white toast that that. And old . . . .
Gag me – I was yogurt and I simply can’t abide it.
I never liked it either until I started using it in gazpacho and such. It makes a nice white sauce, as long as you don’t curdle it. Curdled brightfeather would be indigestible.