the upside.

traditions, kids.
that's the way we get it poppin'.
and shen i say poppin'?
yuuuuuuuuup.
i mean G-POP.pin'.
garlic powder, onion powder,
and the noooootch!!
what kind of uber-hottness happens when
i add the baby treetops to that concoction?
if you don't know,
this may be your first time,
and i'll let it slide the once,
but the rest of you b!tchbags
all know what time it is, right?
riiiiight.
time to check that miki-fikin' mutha-lickin' teleport:

BOO-YA, ninjas!
that's right.
mutha-uckin' broccoli bread.
this is how experts get expert(e).
don't fret about the bottom-bloppity blowout.
it's pure and simply cosmetic damage.
structurally?
this oblong bundle of broccoli and bread is sound...
...SON!
y'see that pot of red deliciousness?
tomato-style dippin' sauce.
italiano, kids.
that's a thing.
ready to go one slice deeper?

c'mon.
as usual,
daddy gets both butts.
that's how we do that sh!t at the Fortress.
we're leavin' with full bellies,
and fond memories.
the last broccoli bread until thanksgiving.
and you missed it.
ah, well,
you've got many months notice, now,
to gear up and get ready for that radness when it happens.
you've been made aware of when and where,
now make it happen.
wordimus prime;
never quiet, never soft.....