The foil had a thick layer of barbecue sauce run-off and chicken drippings, I'm afraid. Just a wee bit messy...

It's a good thing he's cute. ; )

Put the whole thing in a plastic bag, foil and all and forget about it till leftover time.

Does that work, Pips?

Only if you bury it under the porch, danf. : )

(It would keep evil spirits away.)

Ooo! Can I have waterwings too! And a helmet like Natalie Portman's in Garden State? 'Cuz I need 'em too. All us cool kids do.

Oh. Oh. I know.

After bagging the whole thing, freeze it.

Then never take it out of the freezer, ever.

How's that work for you?

How 'bout we just send it to you. Would you like the leftover taters, too?

As part of my practice of doing random photoshop experiments (as well as taunting jonmc at every opportunity), I came up with this:
Note the misspelling, somewhat consistent with the misspelling in the original
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The boyfriend locked himself out of the house last friday while stepping out to have a smoke. He walked a few blocks to a friend's house. He had to call me while I was at work, and when I asked why he was calling from our friend's phone he said, "I don't want to talk about it." I knew immediately what had happened. He had to get a ride to my work outside the city just to get keys... in his PJ's.

And I hadn't seen your cigarette story before. It bothers me when people only take two or three drags and then put it out, especially when they do it with a cigarette you gave them. I also hate somehow breaking on because I'm being dumb. Losing a whole pack, at big city prices, makes my skin crawl.

*pours one out for your lost homies*

I once drove off with a glass plant terrarium on the roof of the car.

At least it wasn't fish. : (

I'll assume it fell of in transit. That must have been one hellofa loud noise for you and a scare for the car behind you!

Don't feel bad, dude. Anyone with a liver the size of a football would be perfectly fine living life by your rules, Jon.

I miss you guys! Hope you're licking life off your fingertips like barbeque sauce after chicken wings.

Hi scarabic!

Hope you're licking life off your fingertips like barbeque sauce after chicken wings.

Sometimes we take turns. ; )

wendel... that rockes!

Just to show that I can also dish it out for myself:
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As long as it was wrapped and stuck in the fridge, I think it'll be ok.

Wait, jonmc is cute?

Michael Caine's opening line in Funeral In Berlin:

"You're worthless in the kitchen. Get back in bed."

I ate a four-dollar burrito last night. It was as big as a men's size twelve running shoe, and was packed with sliced steak, black beans, guacamole, tomatoes, lettuce, salsa, and cheese (maybe jack, maybe queso blanco; I'm re-familiarizing myself with the dairy so I don't really know). All in a fresh tortilla. There were no leftovers.

I watched A Knight's Tale, which I enjoyed immensely: I love sports movies and Geoffrey Chaucer is great. I also played some Soul Calibur III on PS2, went to bed too late, and woke up this morning feeling like a million.

A million little pieces of shit. But coffee helps. We just had a fire drill, and I'm gonna make some tea with kava-kava in it when this expense report starts to drive me crazy, so I can proceed in a state of relaxed unconcern.