We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


sarameg - Feb 07, 2005 5:21:23 pm PST #4736 of 10002

My parents conned my brother into eating and liking brussel sprouts by calling them shrunken heads.

Of course, my mom believed for nearly 5 years that pimentos were lizard tongues.

It didn't work on me. Brussel sprouts taste like ass. Green olives suck. Fried okra is fried snot. Lima beans are mushy mealy yuck. I like spinache. Aspargus is of the gods. I still have pound to go. I will never have plastic surgery. I freak out at the burning.


Daisy Jane - Feb 07, 2005 5:24:02 pm PST #4737 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I have a friend who can steam Brussel sprouts so that they come out crisp and slightly buttery. His are the only I'll ever eat, since in addition to tasting like ass, I submit that all the others that have been put in front of me also smell like ass.


DavidS - Feb 07, 2005 5:25:31 pm PST #4738 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

My parents conned my brother into eating and liking brussel sprouts by calling them shrunken heads.

Heh. I bet she got that trick from the mother in Calvin and Hobbes. That's a famous early strip.


§ ita § - Feb 07, 2005 5:26:33 pm PST #4739 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Shrimp are too enumerable. I never look at the chicken curry and think "way too few pieces of chicken." But the count of the wee shrimps is always too low. Because they're just sitting up and begging to be counted, whereas the chicken hides.


§ ita § - Feb 07, 2005 5:29:51 pm PST #4740 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Oh, and I looked up "tsk" in the Britannica, and it's defined as a suction sound. Which is pretty much what the cc was spelling out, and I can't quite say t-s-k and still suck. Quite the opposite, really.


quester - Feb 07, 2005 5:30:12 pm PST #4741 of 10002
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

but Gus, white asparagus from Germany is sublime.


Pix - Feb 07, 2005 5:30:31 pm PST #4742 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

The thread title is very appropriate tonight.


sarameg - Feb 07, 2005 5:31:02 pm PST #4743 of 10002

My brother is 25. Or 26? I think it was just my family's warped humor. See: lizard tongues. We didn't discover C&H until well into my teens.


Jesse - Feb 07, 2005 5:31:09 pm PST #4744 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I can't actually make any english phonemes out of that suction sound, so I'm willing to accept tsk as what it's "called."


DavidS - Feb 07, 2005 5:31:24 pm PST #4745 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

"tsk" is like the sound you make for a horse to giddyup, or if you want to get a dog's attention.