Today I was just thinking about my cat Elliott.
He’s a weird little guy.
And I felt kinda bad leaving him for like half of October, while I went and saw the world. When I got home he was so happy.
And of course… I don’t think he really missed me, just you know he missed my ability to feed him:
After this little gray cat that I lovingly call Rocket ate breakfast, he decided he wasn’t full enough.
So he helped himself to my breakfast:
And he also ate delicious amounts of plastic bag:
And then he was full, and I wasn’t.
This is kind of a new Installment of Storytime with Lauren.
Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted food at Disneyland.
Remember when I was up in arms about fried chicken?
Well it’s happened again. After the terrible loss of fried chicken, I have moved my desired Disney food to the pizza realm.
Pizza from its german/pinnochio themed experience:
Because not only does it have pizza but it plays yodeling music, which is awesome to eat pizza to. It makes you want to slap on some lederhosen, and craft a child our of wood.
Well when I got to the old Village Haus. I was surprised as hell to see that it was boarded up and closed.
The sign said “If you want to enjoy pizza go to the Rocket Port.” Being that Rocket port pizza is nasty and by the slice I said “Let’s just go to the by the slice place in California adventure.”
This is how far I had to go to get this:
And when I got there… the Restaurant was torn down. No pizza for anyone. Sometimes Disney stories have awful endings….
For the love of John Stamos I’m Hungry.
This message is sent from the Office of John Stamos to everyone besides Rebecca Romijn and Jerry O’Connell.