Well, if you're Polish, you have already had several of these. You got up, knew it was Paczki Day, and went to your favorite bakery, and if you didn't order ahead, you waited in line. You waited with black, Asian, WASPs (I don't know if that's PC anymore), and anyone else who was there. Everyone's Polish on Paczki Day. I bought an assortment of poppyseed, jelly, and custard covered with chocolate. Then I took them to other friends and we sat around eating paczkis. It was a fine time. Of course, I still have some. In fact, I think I'll go eat them right now. I'm sure they help cure cancer. If not, they sure make you feel better. Happy Panczki Day everyone.
Although diagnosed with prostate cancer, I wasn't ready to give up sex. After surgery, it took me awhile to get back to myself, but with hard work, therapy, and a positive attitude, it did happen. I write to help me remember and share, hoping we both get some laughs along the way. AKA ADVENTURES OF A CANCER STUD. I am now writing The Gay Detective. Soon I will link all my blogs together to one spot.
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Happy Paczki (pronounced Ponchkey) Day
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