Xander ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I am all kinds of heathen because I like my hot dogs with either cheese or mayonnaise. It's okay, I 'm a freak and I own it.
Cheese is not freaky. Mayo is a bit unusual, but not freaky. What's the difference between bologne and hot dogs, other than shape? No body thinks it's freaky to eat a bologne sammich with mayo.
Freaky is dill relish.
Seriously.
So wrong.
But not as wrong as barbecue sauce with a PB&J, and I've seen a guy do that. My hand to gawd, BBQPB&J.
No body thinks it's freaky to eat a bologne sammich with mayo.
I do, but that's just because I have a strong dislike for mayo. According to ND, that makes me the freak.
omnis, I stand with you. Mayo is freaky. Not us.
Sorry to have missed your response, Omnis. Would you believe I was busy on the phone to Drew? Guess that's a tad ironic.
Whaaa??? :: shocked:: you mean? the b.org communicates in other forms than here?? ;-)
Sorry, I still get a kick that folks check in here more often than their e-mails (i.e. "insent")
Mmmmm...Mayo.
omnis, I stand with you. Mayo is freaky. Not us.WhoHoo! I don't stand alone! (does that mean I am no longer "The Cheese"??)
Eww. Mayo.
::gags and chokes::
It is THE RAUNCH.
What Plei said. It's worse than bacon.
I don't really like regular mayo, but I love Veganaise. It's a similar taste, but less greasy.
Ok, quick poll: Is a couple engaged when they agree to get married, or when after such agreement, a gemstone ring changes hands?
Someone on my lj flist made a breathless announcement that she was officially engaged because she was now wearing a big rock on her hand. The next day she got all huffy because only three people congratulated her. Now, I had congratulated her wayyyyy back when, when she said she had agreed to, some day in the future, marry this guy. So I didn't put a real high priority on congratulating her again (esp. since I had to skedadle to get to work on time). This is not the only source of my puzzlement about the subtle differences in the social status between having accepted a marriage proposal, and getting an engagement ring. I had a roommate after college, who insisted she wasn't truly engaged yet, but was going to get engaged at some point after she and her intended went ring shopping. My point with her was that they had already had the conversation and had come to an agreement that they were planning to get married (in some more committed fashion than Becky Thatcher and Tom Sawyer), therefore they were as officially engaged as it was possible to be.
Perhaps I had been reading too many Jane Austen novels.
What say the Bitches?