more to the "stages"

on un-toasted white Pullman bread with real ex-heavy mayo salt & pepper

but what does that have to do with sex????

Aside from the toasting of the bread, you have described the ideal fried egg sandwich. Doesn't surprise me that you know the right answer.

One egg or two, slightly runny yolks but NO runny whites, and yes, lots and lots of mayo. I dunno what it is about mayo; it's just so... evocative. And tasty.

The post-coital fried egg sandwich is how one truly, truly demonstrates one's love and gratitude. Or toppiness, in some cases. As in,

'that was great, baby. Now get yer ass up and make me a proper fried egg sandwich."

I'd make YOU one if you asked. :heart::kiss::heart:

bj
 
Aside from the toasting of the bread, you have described the ideal fried egg sandwich. Doesn't surprise me that you know the right answer.

One egg or two, slightly runny yolks but NO runny whites, and yes, lots and lots of mayo. I dunno what it is about mayo; it's just so... evocative. And tasty.

The post-coital fried egg sandwich is how one truly, truly demonstrates one's love and gratitude. Or toppiness, in some cases. As in,

'that was great, baby. Now get yer ass up and make me a proper fried egg sandwich."

I'd make YOU one if you asked. :heart::kiss::heart:

bj

I have sexualized Crisco in the past, now Kraft Extra Heavy Mayonnaise might just set my "junk" atwitter when I pass it in the grocery store :p
 
The first time you meet and wine leads to sex with no dinner and you are both awake at 3am starving to death.
 
All this talk about fried egg sandwiches is making me want one. Of course, I have absolutely nothing to make it with since I didn't make it to the grocery store last night. :mad:
 
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