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30 Days of Writing - #24 - Roast or Toast Another Blogger



There once was a girl named Nicky
Who a bunch of bloggers thought was a sicky
She coerced us to write
30 days was our plight
In her honour I eat something sticky.


Nicky, of course, Works For Cheese. So a "toasted" grilled cheese sandwich is an apt response to today's prompt. Hit up the links on her blog to see how the remaining cheese lovers reacted to today's prompt. 

Comments

babs (beetle) said…
Oh, I want that toasted cheese sandwich!
Nicky said…
I'm still trying to figure out if this is a roast or a toast :-)

Thanks Dufus!
Laughing Mom said…
OK...now I'm hungry. Oh and Nicky's not a sicky - maybe a little twisted though...
Lauren said…
A sticky widget? Maybe I can put it in my sidebar.
Linda Medrano said…
Dufus, you are brilliant. I love the ode and the toasted cheese.
Quirky Loon said…
Ah, this was a tasty morsel of wit!


Me likey.


Now off to make a toasted cheese sammie.


thanks dufus!
Cheryl P. said…
Very smooth...and very diplomatic.
Linda R. said…
Cute and not too cheesy! :)
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, it was just cheesy enough.
nonamedufus said…
That's me.
nonamedufus said…
Thank you. I love grilled cheese.
nonamedufus said…
I'm a sneak when it comes to grilled cheese. I toast two pieces of bread, then place a cheese slice between them and put in the microwave for 15 seconds to melt the cheese. Then I eat it with ketchup. I know. I'm lazy.
nonamedufus said…
My future's so bright I gotta wear shades.
nonamedufus said…
Absolutely!
nonamedufus said…
Oh, no. She's a sick. Believe me.
nonamedufus said…
It's a bit of both actually.
nonamedufus said…
I'll make you one!
PJHar said…
Very clever!
nonamedufus said…
And very cheddar!

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