God Bless you, Ivar. God Bless you and your horrible salmon mitts, and delicious spread.
(Five months later)I got the official receivers at my brunch...
my brunch brings all the boys to the yard and they're like, it's better than your's, DAMN RIGHT it's better than your's
This is probably one of my favorites. Everything about it is correct.
Ivars is an institution in Seattle - and damn that brunch looks good. This was meant to be absurdity originally so I don't really thinks its funny. but damn now im hungry.
THANK YOU, CAPTAIN FISH-HANDS
this is so beautiful I almost started crying at workwell done
Now I'm hungry for cross-unts.
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