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One day a bison was grazing on some grass, down at the Yellowstone Grass Bar. He was licking his wounds from the day before and reminiscing how he had survived a bath in boiling hot water, then out ran the chase of a black bear, he even survived an encounter with a tourist in a motor vehicle(which can be the most scariest for a bison like himself). He made it through the day of hell and today was a new day, when along came the Ranger who calmly proceed to raise his gun and then shoot the bison. This is the story of the bison that got away, almost <----click it
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
2013~Bonnaroo, Gentlemen of the Road-Troy 2014~McDowell Mountain, Beale Street, Bonnaroo, Riot Fest 2015~Coachella 1, Bonnaroo 2016~Summer Camp, Bonnaroo, Live on the Green, Pilgrimage 2017~Bonnaroo, Live on the Green, Pilgrimage 2018~Bonnaroo
"During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" 2019~BROKE 2020~M'fking COVID 2021~ditto 2022~tbd
I somehow forgot to set my alarm last night and woke up 40 minutes late today. ??? But I got ready in 20 minutes (shower, dressed,,put on makeup, got lunch together, made coffee, fed cat) and was at work on time. It was a Wednesday Miracle!
Man, updating my employer discount at Verizon is so much easier with my current job. Just pop in my email address and they send me a verification link, instead of making me bring in paystubs and all sorts of info.
I didn't know this was possible, but the screen on my laptop has completely broken off its frame -- it now closes like beaten 100 year old book. Damn you Apple and your cheap industrial labor that inevitably costs the end user entirely too much.
Post by monkybunney on Sept 25, 2013 22:00:49 GMT -5
So long Bon Appetit magazine or epicurious.com as you like to call yourself online. Our relationship has always been one of high expectations mingled with all to frequent frustrations. I've learned allot from you. Your recipes are consistently elegant, but there in lies "Le noeud du biscuit" as Frank Zappa would say (except in English). Almost every recipe you present to me must contain at least 1 ingredient that can only be found just outside La Belle Endormie on a cool spring morning after the second full moon of the same month. Leaving me unable to complete any dish while living in this primitive region of the united states that was once known as Nouveau Terminus.
No. No longer. I've found a new lover and her recipes are exquisite and filled with ingredients easily procurable from my primitive yet humble grocers. She is called Saveur Magazine and her online handle is saveur.com, she even has a blog saveurmag.tumblr.com. Bon Appetit, I've known for some time that we simply come from different sides of the tracks. You belong to the more aristocratic, hoighty-toighy, and insufferably pretentious caste. While I am just a dude looking to cook a nice dinner. Goodbye Bon Appetit. I'm off to fuck my chicken now.
So long Bon Appetit magazine or epicurious.com as you like to call yourself online. Our relationship has always been one of high expectations mingled with all to frequent frustrations. I've learned allot from you. Your recipes are consistently elegant, but there in lies "Le noeud du biscuit" as Frank Zappa would say (except in English). Almost every recipe you present to me must contain at least 1 ingredient that can only be found just outside La Belle Endormie on a cool spring morning after the second full moon of the same month. Leaving me unable to complete any dish while living in this primitive region of the united states that was once known as Nouveau Terminus.
No. No longer. I've found a new lover and her recipes are exquisite and filled with ingredients easily procurable from my primitive yet humble grocers. She is called Saveur Magazine and her online handle is saveur.com, she even has a blog saveurmag.tumblr.com. Bon Appetit, I've known for some time that we simply come from different sides of the tracks. You belong to the more aristocratic, hoighty-toighy, and insufferably pretentious caste. While I am just a dude looking to cook a nice dinner. Goodbye Bon Appetit. I'm off to Quack my chicken now.