Thea Prum: The Prum's at the hot pot dinner table for Thanksgiving.
Thea Prum: Why are you all alone beautiful?
Thea Prum: My udong noodle floating in the Cheng Du broth.
Thea Prum: Good things come in three.
Thea Prum: The vegetables offering.
Thea Prum: The straighest way into a man's heart is through his stomach.
Thea Prum: I'm taking a siesta from rice today and enjoying Udon noodles.
Thea Prum: Doused in a fury of spice that hope I don't pay later tonight.
Thea Prum: She look serious. Can I get a kiss at least?
Thea Prum: The complimentary oranges that I simply have no more room for.
Thea Prum: Alcoholics anonymous meet up club.