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01 February 2006
I'm in a good mood...→[More:]
What are you gonna do about it?
care for some sundried-tomato chipotle salsa and chips?
I would except that I fail to understand why people want to take a perfectly good tomato and then dry it in the sun. Hey, want this vegetable I left out in the sun for a week instead of storing it properly?
It's like skydiving in that regard, at least for me.
Did you just get a boob-o-gram?
Not yet, but I've submitted a RFB-O-G to my special lady.
I've just been enjoying the music I've been listening to, today and being healthy.
I would except that I fail to understand why people want to take a perfectly good tomato and then dry it in the sun.
It could be worse. One of the steam table joints around here had a sign reading (no-joke) "Sun Dried Chicken Salad." Must take a while to sundry a whole hen.
and being healthy
Oh no, they've gotten to you. Maybe friday instead of a beer, we can grab a bite or something.
I've decided to grow fangs.
Then I'm taking you to an all-you-can-eat place. When we get to the counter, you say in a Transylvanian accent "I'm 400 years old. I demand a senior citizen discount!"
No problem. There's a great super bowl booze & food special up my way on Sunday. $25/all you can eat and drink from kickoff to final whistle. You and hugh should meet up with me there. It's at the Remote.
I would except I would rather drink fifteen back to back pitchers of warm biker piss than watch a football game. Sorry babes.
Think of sun-drying a tomato as you would reducing a sauce: all those wonderful flavors are being concentrated, so they're even yummier.
Doesn't work for me, it's too concentrated, a good tomato is just one of those rare things that cannot be improved by leaving it out in the sun for flys to shit on. I'm a rebel, I know, I've made my peace.
I'll send good mood blasts however, I'm just tring to get the spilled Bellinis and oyster shells cleaned out of my orgone box, should be about 20 minutes.
I would except I would rather drink fifteen back to back pitchers of warm biker piss than watch a football game.
What a coincidence, that's what this place serves (I exaggerate, but not by much. This place is such a dive it makes Antarctica look like the St. Regis Hotel). But hey, the game is mainly an excuse to tank up on beer, nachos and hot dogs.
Communist. Over the course of a football game, I can consume a metric fuckload of dawgs, food & booze. And the crowd at this shithole would just your flavor of insanity.
football is similar to comunism? Then Basketball would be anarcho-syndicalism, hockey some kind of half-assed socialism, and boxing libertarian capitalism. Tennis is some kind of retrograde feudalism.
Shit, I'm supposed to go to a wanky SB party full of cute English birds and free everything, or I'd be there in a heartbeat, jonmc.
What a typo! I meant "swanky."
Anyway, my day started looking up after I laid a beatdown on that dude. In amongst all the other bullshit I do here, I have an "office" to decorate. It used to be a room, but now that I'm being put there, it moved up in the world.
Anyway, I have the usual corporate allotment of three (3) pieces of wall art from our corporately approved vendors. Look what I chose:
Oh great, they're girls and they're English. You'll spend most of the night explaining the game to em and stuff. Wouldn't you rather be in a dirty bar full of sweaty, drunken yelling outer-borough meatheads in team jerseys stained with wing sauce? Huh?
And if I'm explaining the game, I don't have to pretend to root for either team (I'm nominally rooting for the Seahawks, but only because my Skins lost to 'em, and they're the NFL team playing).
Hey you know that Keith Richards clocking the dude with the guitar video over on mefi? Don't you think keith slept well that night? Like the sleep you have after doing a bunch of outdoor work on a cool fall day. Here's to a good job well done. That's why I'm in a good mood, Keith Richards.
I was more on the naked rich guy in running shoes ripping up prostitutes, dispensing sartorial advice, and listening to Huey Lewis tip, but Choose Your Own Bateman, is what I always say.
And unfortunately, the best I can do is a big round crystal tray that I might have trouble getting through the lobby undetected. No candy dishes.
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