'Sleeper'
[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.
my mother does this insane thing where she puts a candy cane in the middle of a big dill pickle and sucks the pickle and the candy cane together. It's GROSS.
Ew. But we used to do this with hollow candy sticks and lemons and it's fab.
Actual pickles soaked in Koolaid or, pickles made with Koolaid in place of the brining liquid? Either way, no.
Actual pickles soaked in Koolaid or, pickles made with Koolaid in place of the brining liquid?
Dill pickles soaked in Koolaid, and seconding the NO.
Quote from fabulous student's midterm response to question 15, What are the five steps of [x complicated materials science thing]?
Dill does NOT equal half-sour.
Half-sour pickles are salty. Dill pickles are sour.
Signed, loves on dill but hates on half-sour.
How are half-sour pickles not dill? Aren't they just in the brine for less time and retain their crispyness because of this?
1. Look in the dictionary to find out what [x] is
2. ????
3. Profit
Oh, that's damn funny!
Too bad the kid isn't working to his/her potential....
How are half-sour pickles not dill? Aren't they just in the brine for less time and retain their crispyness because of this?
The crispness is because of the time thing, but they also use different brine recipes -- half sour brines have lots of salt and garlic and onion; dills have dill.
No one liked my baseball golfing at work? Sad now.
I loved it. Genius.
Also loved Trudy's zen bartender.
Happy birthday, Mal!
Team Zmayhem has two (count 'em, 2!) working computers now. Hence JZ tapping away at home and me tapping away at a cafe in Berkeley bogarting WiFi from a nearby Staples.
JZ's got a follow-up interview today, and I have to do an outline for my new proposed book over the weekend (which should result in me getting a contract). Saturday is the baseball parade and opening day ceremonies (which will include Emmett getting an individual introduction as a member of the District Champ all-star team), our second game (we played an official game a week before Opening Day), and team pictures. Matilda will be busy eating raisins, doing her inimitable head-bobbing dance to any music with any rhythmic thrust and dragging books to us for to be read.
No one liked my baseball golfing at work?
I did!
Trudy, I aspire to that level of Zen in bartending.
We have a company dinner (belated holiday party) at Yoshi's San Francisco tonight. I expect to be stuffed with sushi until I roll home. Nomnomnom.
Too bad the kid isn't working to his/her potential....
I don't know - I think they're achieving their potential in smartassery.
Although of course I wish he were concerned enough to actually get the notes, I rather like his lack of concern about getting it wrong. "Hmm, I don't know this one. How can I make Ms. [Me] laugh?"
ETA: I wrote, "If you were graded on wit, you'd get an A from me. Alas... -4."
Aren't Australian opossums different from the North American kind?
Yes, they are upside down.