While navigating the busy streets of a fair midwestern town earlier this month, we drove past this sign outside a fast-food restaurant. I had no idea what a biscuit hole might be—there are all sorts of things that occur to one's mind—but two strange urges came over me after reading this sign's message:
1. I felt a pang of hunger.
2. I really wanted to roll up to the drive through and mumble, in my best Sling Blade voice: Gimme a sack o' them biskit holes and swipe on sum o' that yeller musterd, please. And gimme sum o' them french fried pataters, too...Hmmmmm.
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LOL! I have a friend who I can make crack up any time I use the Sling Blade voice and say, "It ain't got no gas in it!"
"I like pataters...um-hmm..."
So were they like donut holes?
I did not dare try them because I thought I'd immediately explode from internal cholesterol combustion.
We have donut holes up here in Kanader.
Ther called bits. as in Tim bits.
I don't no what Tim does without his bits, but, he manages.
Hit's a joke. Biscuits ain't got no holes! The 'lasses would drip out.
Must be a Dakota thing.....I've never heard of biscuit holes in Minnesota!
"pheasant under grass"...that's exactly why I tune in every day.
Many thanks.
LOL! Bistits and musterd. Grunt. "Ain't got no gas in it!" I have a friend who imitates that guy all the time. Love it.
I'd have some coffee with my biskit holes but coffee kinda makes me nervous when I drink it, I reckon, mmmhmmm.
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