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I’m going to make a post here. It’s going to be the tip of the iceberg. The thin layer of cheese on an incredibly delicious bowl of french onion soup.
If you’re still taking me seriously after describing this post as a layer of cheese, you must know me. Either that or you like french onion soup.
I joined in festivities today to wish a good friend of mine a happy 30th birthday. It is now that I will define the “Winston Bagel” : I had one tonight. It was a plain bagel, grilled, and topped with cream cheese, butter, peanut butter, bacon bits, apples, cucumber, italian seasoning, cinnamon, sunflower seeds, and Tabasco.
I will leave you to come to your own conclusions about such a dish, but I propose that any experience is defined strongly by the company in which it is had.