For sure if they are homemade, and made into hearts and served with strawberries. Eggo’s? Not so much. But hell, yeah. I once slept with a guy because he poached me an egg. Well, he actually poached me an egg *after* I slept with him. But I slept with him *again* because he poached me an egg.
For sure if they are homemade, and made into hearts and served with strawberries. Eggo’s? Not so much. But hell, yeah. I once slept with a guy because he poached me an egg. Well, he actually poached me an egg *after* I slept with him. But I slept with him *again* because he poached me an egg.
Eggo’s are not waffles.
There’s a reason I learned how to cook. A very good reason, heh heh heh.
I’ve never had a waffle…
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