One of my coworkers LOVES the restaurant Bob Evans. And because I’m such a good pal whenever I am on the road I try to stop at a Bob Evans, take a picture of myself eating there, and then send him said picture. It irritates him to no end.

Yesterday, while eating there, I was approached by the Bob Evans Mascot. What better opportunity!

Gravy and me.

His name is Gravy.

4 thoughts on “Gravy

  • 2/3/2012 at 8:14 am

    Oh man – Pete loooves the sausage gravy there too. Seriously. He orders a whole second bowl of it to go with his biscuits.

    • 2/3/2012 at 12:42 pm

      Its a shame you always have eaten all of it before he orders though, Sander.

      Cause your fat.

  • 2/3/2012 at 2:43 pm

    YOU’RE correct one thing about, Kurt.

    I have eaten at a Bob Evans.

    • 2/3/2012 at 5:54 pm

      “I have eaten a Bob Evans.”

      I fixed that for you Sander!


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