Last night, Mr. Shakes and I went to Parental Manor for dinner, and, after we ate, I showed Mama Shakes Jim Gaffigan's Hot Pockets, which she'd missed when I first posted it. The two of us were laughing so hard that we were falling over on each other limply and weeping uncontrollably.
I just opened an email Mama Shakes sent me, and it started: "Hey, Hot Pockets!"
Which, naturally, sent me into another fit of hysterics.
I told her if I had it to do over again, I'd totally call this joint "Blog Pockets."
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