pretzels are salty deliciousness. best pretzel i ever had was in New York City, i was there with my parents. my dad and i played this game where ehenever we saw someone smoking we’d say “banana”. We were always saying banana, it drove my mom crazy!
I love pretzels. They have been my favorite food since as long as I can remember. I crave them whenever I eat sweets. I crave them whenever I don’t. People know me for my pretzels habits and that’s just cool with me. I love them! They have become a little friend of mine. They comfort me and remind me of home. They remind me of my uniqueness. They are so silly.
pretzel is a fucking twisted piece of crunchy ass bread product that i prefer to be slightly salted. mustard is the preferred condiment with a pretzel but if you’re a weirdo nacho cheese works too.
are twisted like people who are confused. not to eat just to see. . possibly write WIHT a pretzel but not about it . . has to be salted and can dip in mustard. . that’s the way it works. . but dipped in chocolate is also good some people say.da dasdfsdf
whatever, wen ever
I imagined a curly small pretzel at first. But then I thought about the new M&Ms and that xray commercial. Then I imagined a new york pretzel along with that white napkin/tissue paper that they give you.
Good stuff.
Now I’m thinking of a yoga contortionist doing “pretzel twists”.
Twisting into a pretzel, a maze, a labyrinth my thoughts run in no direction and every direction at the same time, wondering, wandering, moving from moment to moment as the beat of life flows and everything makes its way through the passes of my synapses.
I love chocolate and I love pretzels. But I do not like them together. Nor do I like them in an M&M. I think that is strange on my part. But I do love the big soft pretzels covered in cinnamon and sugar. Those are awesome especially dipped in icing. Yummy!!!
When I was a kid I use to twist myself into pretzel while all the neighborhood boys watched in awe. I loved the attention and I thought one day I would take my talent for gymnastics and turn it into a wonderful career, maybe even an Olympic medal. I never thought I would be here working the buffet lunch shift at Joe’s gentlemens club….
Warm, soft, and twisted pretzel. Reminds me a lot of my life. Very twisted. Filled with seeds… they make up each and every possible thing that has happened, is happening, and will happen in my life. Then you eat the pretzel and it’s similar to life, yet again… It’s gone. Life goes.
They found her body in a pretzel in the shower. They had no way of explaining it, especially because there were no fingerprints, bruises that should have been there from the pressure of forcing her in that position, or any signs of breaking and entering. But the image of the frozen scream on her face wasn’t going to leave them anytime soon. They’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit, but the fact that whoever did this put ribbons in her hair and left a “happy birthday card” laid across her stomach was something that haunted them.
The Hofbrauhaus in Newport has sucky pretzels. The last person I ever heard use the word sucky was LC when she was describing Spencer. Well the bier cheese is good but the pretzels are sucky.
I’ve always liked pretzels. It’s kinda funny. They really have no actually flavor. But at the same time, the salty-ness gets really addicting and it’s hard to have just one of them.
I went to Las Vegas this weekend and had a pretzel from serendipity 3 in front of Cesar’s Palace. It was a bacon cheddar jalapeno pretzel and it sounds delicious but it turned out to be salty bread like always. I feel like pretzels are one of those foods that only sound amazing, but aren’t. One day I’ll open a pretzel shop where the pretzels actually taste good. Till then I’ll continue to hope that the next one I eat will be as delicious as it sounds… sigh
Salty and crisp, buttery and way too yummy to actually be health food. Wait, no nutritional value, you say? I knew it! But what about the value I get in just being HAPPY while eating my pretzel? That’s some value. I celebrate the pretzel by eating another.
pretzels are from germany. they’re round sometimes, squashed sometimes, chocolate sometimes and crunchy sometimes. they don’t make sense, as in the shape of it, nor the creation itself to be honest.
the word pretzel doesn’t make any sense either. unless it’s in german. then i suppose it does.
OOH! Today after a brief impulse shopping stint wherein we bought a book on how to survive the zombie apocalypse, a cute red piggy bank, a pair of dotted shorts and matching socks, and a stuffed rabbit, we went to whole foods. While scanning the aisles for free samples like a lion scanning the horizon for a gazelle, we stumbled upon a box of Annie’s organic cheesy bunny crackers and bunny pretzels. Best thing in the world, even if every time I eat them I feel a bit bad about eating a baby rabbit.
twisting and turning, i think of pretzels when i think about the mall. when i think about the mall i also think about the atm machine that didn’t let me check my balance and how you have to show a license when using debit cards in some stores. but you never know which stores, so you have to get cash. and the atm is right by the pretzel shop.
In the soft. Why isn’t the soft pretzel here? I can’t imagine a pretzel without salt. I’d really like to have a non-salted pretzel just with a lot of cheese on it instead. Maybe dip it in some ketchup. I really don’t know, maybe that would taste good. I’ve never done that before. I wonder where all the pretzels go when I eat them from the banana’s and the peanut butter and honey.
Pretzels, salty like the sea. Soft yet chewy. Dip them in molten lava cheese or lick powdered sugar off your lips. Just a kiss. Cream cheese dashed on the edges. The lonely man holding out a sample, please take one, please I just want to go home. This is my job. Take a bite
Salty and twisty and delicious. Better when soft and with hot cheese! A new york street. Or in a shopping mall in Seattle. Sometimes with sugar. Sometimes with pepperonis like a pizza. Like a game of twister. Pretzely goodness!
Haha yeah, what! I just started replaying Rollercoaster Tycoon today. And yeah… it has a pretzel stand and everything…already. Uh huh, try to beat that.
I sat lazily on the brown faux-suede couch, the television blaring meaningless noise, and my hand reaching towards the pretzel bag at my midsection. I was met with nothing but dry flakes of baked wheat and bits of salt. I frowned in dissatisfaction as I set the bag aside. “We’re not that different,” I said to the empty bag laying on the stained wooden table at my side. Both empty, fake, filled with useless shit. Trash, meant to be discarded with no second thought. “No,” I said again, my voice alien in the silent room, “we’re not that different at all.”
There was a game we used to play at camp called Pretzel. Some people called it the Human Knot. The idea was the same.
You stand in a circle, and grab hands across from you and create this giant mess of people, and you don’t know where on person starts and another begins.
I like pretzel. it is a tasty treat. all salty and yummy. wow i really want a pretzel right now.. Damn I wish I had one, it would be aamazing. Wow I can’t spell, I wish i could cospell and not just have to keep erasing. I wonder where my white eraser whent. I hade it a while back.
I took the hand sized bag I quickly ripped it open as if I was hulk hogan ripping his shirt off so I could enjoy the pretzels just as I had intended previously
Sometimes, I never really understand what makes a pretzel have the delicate curves that it does. It’s quite interesting, really. Small, but never ending.
pretzels are salty deliciousness. best pretzel i ever had was in New York City, i was there with my parents. my dad and i played this game where ehenever we saw someone smoking we’d say “banana”. We were always saying banana, it drove my mom crazy!
I love pretzels. They have been my favorite food since as long as I can remember. I crave them whenever I eat sweets. I crave them whenever I don’t. People know me for my pretzels habits and that’s just cool with me. I love them! They have become a little friend of mine. They comfort me and remind me of home. They remind me of my uniqueness. They are so silly.
pretzel is a fucking twisted piece of crunchy ass bread product that i prefer to be slightly salted. mustard is the preferred condiment with a pretzel but if you’re a weirdo nacho cheese works too.
are twisted like people who are confused. not to eat just to see. . possibly write WIHT a pretzel but not about it . . has to be salted and can dip in mustard. . that’s the way it works. . but dipped in chocolate is also good some people say.da dasdfsdf
whatever, wen ever
I imagined a curly small pretzel at first. But then I thought about the new M&Ms and that xray commercial. Then I imagined a new york pretzel along with that white napkin/tissue paper that they give you.
Good stuff.
Now I’m thinking of a yoga contortionist doing “pretzel twists”.
Now I’m thinking I’m almost out of time.
Twisting into a pretzel, a maze, a labyrinth my thoughts run in no direction and every direction at the same time, wondering, wandering, moving from moment to moment as the beat of life flows and everything makes its way through the passes of my synapses.
I love chocolate and I love pretzels. But I do not like them together. Nor do I like them in an M&M. I think that is strange on my part. But I do love the big soft pretzels covered in cinnamon and sugar. Those are awesome especially dipped in icing. Yummy!!!
yummmmmmmy. jamba juice’s are boss. the end. :)
baseball games. My dad. Jamba Juice with mom. Alwayse getting mustard. Haha and awlways splattering it in the car. Mommy and daddy comfort food.
When I was a kid I use to twist myself into pretzel while all the neighborhood boys watched in awe. I loved the attention and I thought one day I would take my talent for gymnastics and turn it into a wonderful career, maybe even an Olympic medal. I never thought I would be here working the buffet lunch shift at Joe’s gentlemens club….
The edible moebius, elegant fast-food.
you are salty and delicious.
Warm, soft, and twisted pretzel. Reminds me a lot of my life. Very twisted. Filled with seeds… they make up each and every possible thing that has happened, is happening, and will happen in my life. Then you eat the pretzel and it’s similar to life, yet again… It’s gone. Life goes.
They found her body in a pretzel in the shower. They had no way of explaining it, especially because there were no fingerprints, bruises that should have been there from the pressure of forcing her in that position, or any signs of breaking and entering. But the image of the frozen scream on her face wasn’t going to leave them anytime soon. They’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit, but the fact that whoever did this put ribbons in her hair and left a “happy birthday card” laid across her stomach was something that haunted them.
The Hofbrauhaus in Newport has sucky pretzels. The last person I ever heard use the word sucky was LC when she was describing Spencer. Well the bier cheese is good but the pretzels are sucky.
Warm, soft, and twisted up pretzel. It’s similar to my life. Warm, soft, and completely twisted.
I’ve always liked pretzels. It’s kinda funny. They really have no actually flavor. But at the same time, the salty-ness gets really addicting and it’s hard to have just one of them.
Few things manage to make me happy always… Auntie Annie’s pretzel never fails.
Oh the American snack pretzel. Lol I read somewhere that Bush once traumatized himself by getting choked by one. Funny. Imagining it in your min
I went to Las Vegas this weekend and had a pretzel from serendipity 3 in front of Cesar’s Palace. It was a bacon cheddar jalapeno pretzel and it sounds delicious but it turned out to be salty bread like always. I feel like pretzels are one of those foods that only sound amazing, but aren’t. One day I’ll open a pretzel shop where the pretzels actually taste good. Till then I’ll continue to hope that the next one I eat will be as delicious as it sounds… sigh
twisted like a pretzel
heartstrings pulled
in a million directions
till i am cold and wasted
falling apart
at the bottom of someones
forgotten memory
Salty and crisp, buttery and way too yummy to actually be health food. Wait, no nutritional value, you say? I knew it! But what about the value I get in just being HAPPY while eating my pretzel? That’s some value. I celebrate the pretzel by eating another.
a twisted, salty, brown string that is crispy. the epitomy of distorted taste and snack.
pretzels are from germany. they’re round sometimes, squashed sometimes, chocolate sometimes and crunchy sometimes. they don’t make sense, as in the shape of it, nor the creation itself to be honest.
the word pretzel doesn’t make any sense either. unless it’s in german. then i suppose it does.
OOH! Today after a brief impulse shopping stint wherein we bought a book on how to survive the zombie apocalypse, a cute red piggy bank, a pair of dotted shorts and matching socks, and a stuffed rabbit, we went to whole foods. While scanning the aisles for free samples like a lion scanning the horizon for a gazelle, we stumbled upon a box of Annie’s organic cheesy bunny crackers and bunny pretzels. Best thing in the world, even if every time I eat them I feel a bit bad about eating a baby rabbit.
twisting and turning, i think of pretzels when i think about the mall. when i think about the mall i also think about the atm machine that didn’t let me check my balance and how you have to show a license when using debit cards in some stores. but you never know which stores, so you have to get cash. and the atm is right by the pretzel shop.
aunt annies has the best cinnamon pretzels. yum or pretzels at yankee stadium with salt and cheese, even better. with a cup of lemonade, just my fav.
He dropped the pretzel on the gritty wet pavement. “What is going on?” He cried.
In the soft. Why isn’t the soft pretzel here? I can’t imagine a pretzel without salt. I’d really like to have a non-salted pretzel just with a lot of cheese on it instead. Maybe dip it in some ketchup. I really don’t know, maybe that would taste good. I’ve never done that before. I wonder where all the pretzels go when I eat them from the banana’s and the peanut butter and honey.
Pretzels, salty like the sea. Soft yet chewy. Dip them in molten lava cheese or lick powdered sugar off your lips. Just a kiss. Cream cheese dashed on the edges. The lonely man holding out a sample, please take one, please I just want to go home. This is my job. Take a bite
Salty and twisty and delicious. Better when soft and with hot cheese! A new york street. Or in a shopping mall in Seattle. Sometimes with sugar. Sometimes with pepperonis like a pizza. Like a game of twister. Pretzely goodness!
I hate oneword. The timer thing doesn’t work for mine. Pretzels…pah!
this sounds silly to me, but here goes. I have been meaning to start writing again. I haven’t written seriously for a year or two. Shameful, isn’t it?
Haha yeah, what! I just started replaying Rollercoaster Tycoon today. And yeah… it has a pretzel stand and everything…already. Uh huh, try to beat that.
PRETZELS ARE SALTY AND THEY HAVE THIS GREAT FLAVOR FROM THE BAKING SODA THEY’RE DIPPED IN. MY SISTER JUST DISCOVERED GLUTEN FREE YOUGURT BAGELS.
I sat lazily on the brown faux-suede couch, the television blaring meaningless noise, and my hand reaching towards the pretzel bag at my midsection. I was met with nothing but dry flakes of baked wheat and bits of salt. I frowned in dissatisfaction as I set the bag aside. “We’re not that different,” I said to the empty bag laying on the stained wooden table at my side. Both empty, fake, filled with useless shit. Trash, meant to be discarded with no second thought. “No,” I said again, my voice alien in the silent room, “we’re not that different at all.”
There was a game we used to play at camp called Pretzel. Some people called it the Human Knot. The idea was the same.
You stand in a circle, and grab hands across from you and create this giant mess of people, and you don’t know where on person starts and another begins.
I hate that game.
It reminds me too much of my own imperfections.
I like pretzel. it is a tasty treat. all salty and yummy. wow i really want a pretzel right now.. Damn I wish I had one, it would be aamazing. Wow I can’t spell, I wish i could cospell and not just have to keep erasing. I wonder where my white eraser whent. I hade it a while back.
I took the hand sized bag I quickly ripped it open as if I was hulk hogan ripping his shirt off so I could enjoy the pretzels just as I had intended previously
Sometimes, I never really understand what makes a pretzel have the delicate curves that it does. It’s quite interesting, really. Small, but never ending.