Sorry. I only have cold pockets.
At least to a certain degree.
(first post here. thought of this while making a hot pocket)
He was craving a hot pocket.
Hot pockets.
I made this one up when I was in freshman year of high school 2008, all my friends and family at the time can confirm.
I'm a bagger at a grocery store that does carry out. Also, this was last summer in the southern US where it's hot as hell.
I walked this older fellow out and loaded his groceries in his car and started to walk away when he fished his hand into his pocket, walking after me. He said "Can you take tips?" "No, sir--" "Drink plenty of water."
Haven't seem him since.
My paternal progenitor dropped this bomb on me during a recent skype chat. Background: I am currently living in Australia and told him I ate a kangaroo burger.
"Do you know what it's called when they cook meat from the front of a kangaroo? A hot pocket!"
Is he not the most Dadish Dad?
My aunt told my dad she had hot pockets in her gloves to keep her hands warm. My dad wittily replied, "Ooh I love Hot Pockets! What flavor do you have, pepperoni or sausage??"
