That is awfully specific. I have a thousand great name stories. If any of you ever get the displeasure of meeting me I will share some.
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Serenity nyet.
Roasting garlic and simmering sauce for homemade pizza tonight. Wife's crusts are resting on the counter now.
Sweet potato casserole.
Potatoes au rotten?
He said one.
This is salami, caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and basil
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...and this is hot soppressata with two kinds of hot peppers.
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Those look amazing Wilson! And you got me on a technicality Ymo.
Yeah, those pizzas look great!
In other news, I think yahoo just deleted 20 years worth of emails from my inbox for some reason. Put in a request to recover them but, wow, they were there one minute, then a little blue bar popped up and, poof, they were all gone.
It may be time for a break. I had a dream last night that several posters worked with my mom to redecorate one of my rooms.
Edit: It was to this rich wood paneling. Way too dark for my tastes.
off to the still formidable mulch pile, where is bundabergdevil when you most need him?
Supplies were dwindling, and so today I purchased these. They were rather expensive, and they are flat-out absurd. I am not sorry.
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I laughed maniacally as I ordered this and I may have peed a little bit.
Why yes, those are 3 perfectly grilled sausages along with pork skins with french onion dip.
The great bundaberg pool area renovation of 2021 has begun.
The 25-year old pool fence has been cut out.
Not trying to go PPB but I sure am glad how some things worked out today.
I don’t want to get into PBJ territory but smooth is the way to go.
Fight me, crunch-staters.
For a small people, my in-laws are exceptionally loud.
I find deep stretching to be more relaxing actually.
X-matrix. Blech.
I made my initial argument for crunchy years back on these boards, but maybe it merits repeating.
When you smear it between two Nilla wafers, crunchy holds it in when you bite into it. Smooth just squirts right out.
I've read about some home builder who are in deep doo-doo because they quoted firm prices on new homes and failed to anticipate this issue...I had some minor work done last summer, my carpentry savant said he couldn't find any pressure treated lumber, had to raid his scrap pile.
Mulching activity has been suspended for the day due to snow, 2" and still falling, so any of you headed up here to help me can turn around...thanks!
Friday is Shakespeare's birthday. I hope all will be celebrating accordingly.
Yesterday morning we had some of the large fat fluffy flakes coming down between 7 and 8am. All melted by noon. Around 2pm, it was sunny over my car but a brief (about 30 seconds) snow flurry of very small flakes occurred - it was very weird.
If it wasn't Shakespeare who wrote the plays - it was a woman.
(I firmly believe the reason Shakespeare is Shakespeare and not Middleton or Johnson or Webster or Marlowe is because his female characters are actual people. Read The Duchess of Malfi or The Revenger's Tragedy if you don't believe me.)
I used to celebrate by asking people out and about what their favorite Shakespeare play was and then I would quote from it for them, but times have changed. I have decided moving forward to celebrate by committing one of the Sonnets to memory.
So, anybody, pick a number between 1 and 154, and I'll learn that one (I know 18 and 116 already.)
I finally raised the sit-stand desk to the stand position in the hopes the cats wouldn't bother me. Now they are all angling for a spot on my shoulders.
I thought it was a monkey with a typewriter and a lot of spare time.
Doing push ups and watching a pretty interesting webinar.
No friggin way a man, particularly not an Earl, would let someone else take credit for their work for all eternity. Even if they had to keep quiet about during their lifetime for political reasons (which, I mean, once Elizabeth I was dead, those reasons go away), they would have made sure they left evidence for posthumous credit. Nope.
It got cold and blowy.
Elsewhere a dove cries.
East coast piggy. West coast piggy.
Dirty south (piggy).
Can y’all really piggy.
I dated a girl who thought "Bring us some figgy pudding" was "Bring us some piggy pulley".
Carpet Lady makes the sale, here comes the Rose Cider carpeting for the stairs, hallway and master bedroom!
do they have a large German population? I recall going into the Yorkville section of Manhattan in the 1970s, big Germanic area, lots of beer halls, sausage stores, lots of great stuff. My sister lived there. But among the less great stuff was seeing on several occasions guys with Nazi arm bands standing on wooden boxes addressing (very small) crowds. Hard to believe that was happening.
yes, there are many competing considerations. Our house was originally built by people who owned a carpet business, the quality of the carpets is/was very very good, the living room carpet still looks brand new, and it's 36 years old.
But their stupid idea was to put carpeting in the kitchen. Try cleaning up a dropped egg on carpeting. Yanked that out toot sweet as the French might say.
So the knives are now officially out at work. We are deep in the "Why him!?!?!" messages in our group emails with the CEO over my promotion. Good times. Good times.
And then please report back.
Hmmmmm. Was leaning towards a Simpsons-like:
"In a way we're all winners. But in another more accurate way, I am the winner."
Lots of consternation around 1.1 points per game on the main page.
The gang is singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” and Gonzo starts in on “Now bring us some figgy pudding.” Miss Piggy mishears the line and cuts him off with the interjection, “PIGGY PUDDING?!?!?”, in inimitable Piggy style. Gonzo sets her at ease by reassuring her, “No, no, figgy pudding. It’s made with figs.” Piggy breathes an audible sigh of relief and just as Gonzo strikes up the verse again, he sneaks in the under-his-breath aside “...and bacon.”
Rimshot.
For fans of the Muppets . . . And Ted Lasso . . . And salty language . . .
I present the Ted Lasso ensemble on their SAG nomination:
https://youtu.be/PlEhr246k8s
Not a great comp to me. Cook was coming off a high school knee injury as a freshman and started as a sophomore. Henry was a 'tweener at 6'7" and was definitely not going to start next year. Banchero is a much better pro prospect than Matt Hurt. Plus Williams may ne an absolute unicorn. I liked Henry and thought he could become a good player (I was MUCH higher on Brakefield). This just seems like an overreaction to me.
I think Annie Lennox is underappreciated and would do very well today.
I was hoping here comes the rain again, because we are entering Stage 2 drought restrictions here in SA.
https://www.mysanantonio.com/news/lo...s-16112532.php
Just name the horse, nimrod.
Just name the stupid horse.
It's a Slayer morning.
https://g.co/kgs/zsuk2m
I am aware that this band exists but I have no idea what they sing. But I have also seen that terrifying picture of you and I am willing to start listening to them if you insist upon it. Basically I am scared of you and Aimo, and I can't decide which one scares me more. Also I'm a coward.
I go shoeless these days.
I went to see a band in New York. The lead singer got on the microphone, and he said
"How many of you people feel like human beings tonight?"Then he said,
"How many of you feel like animals?"And everyone cheered after the animals part.
But the thing is, I cheered after the human being part because I did not know that there was a second part to the question. --Mitch Hedberg
Will you let us off the hook?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWmQbk5h86w
I remember having to walk that tightrope on a great many topics at the conservative school where I began my career. Thankfully, my current institution places no such constraints on my instruction and I've never once had a complaint about touchy or controversial content since moving here.
It certainly ain’t Fluff.
Hmmm, maybe I should enter the transfer portal? What have I got to lose?
When I was wrapping up high school, at the height of the prep-to-pros era when elite (and sometimes not-so-elite) high school players were bypassing college and making the leap straight to the NBA, a friend (who is tall and lanky, but not an elite basketball player...didn't even play HS varsity ball) and I attempted to declare his eligibility for the draft, just to see what would happen. The NBA left our various and somewhat repeated inquiries unanswered, and we were thus left unable to enter his name for draft eligibility.
My mortgage is now serviced by a company that goes by the trade name of Mr. Cooper. Wasn't that a TV show from the 80s or 90s?
Is there a way to tell if a poster has been put on timeout or banned?