When my mom makes po-boys, she uses ground flank steak, pressed together with a bunch of butter and garlic (like, two heads worth) and pan-fried. The rolls get brushed with the garlic butter, too. It's tasty, but one should not be in polite company for the next, oh, two days. On the plus side, we can eat those on her deck and the mosquitos leave us alone.
Doesn't matter that we took him off that boat, Shepherd, it's the place he's going to live from now on.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
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.
juliana - Jun 20, 2008 8:05:49 am PDT #4120 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Jessica - Jun 20, 2008 8:06:52 am PDT #4121 of 10003
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I am ignoring the disturbing enema talk until I have finished my lunch. And maybe even after that.
tommyrot - Jun 20, 2008 8:09:02 am PDT #4122 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
ION, I love the smell of Summer thunderstorms....
Tamara - Jun 20, 2008 8:12:01 am PDT #4123 of 10003
You know, we could experiment and cancel football.
My brother makes awesome po-boys with fried oysters. He is an excellent chef when it comes to things that can make you gain 5 pounds by looking at them.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 8:13:14 am PDT #4124 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Okay, this is where I am right now:
Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.
Except this job is too weird for the banality of Office Space. Except! Except I work with several Miltons. The guy in the cube next to me is a blander, less greasy Milton. And his supervisor rolls by and says stupid shit about twice a morning, just like Gary Cole. The guy who failed to train me in any useful fashion is a more hunched, nicotine emitting Milton.
I think Miltronry has replaced Babbitry in the modern world.
Hayden - Jun 20, 2008 8:23:34 am PDT #4125 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
I think Miltronry has replaced Babbitry in the modern world.
Truly a paradise lost.
DavidS - Jun 20, 2008 8:27:44 am PDT #4126 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Truly a paradise lost.
It leaves me in agonistes.
Scrappy - Jun 20, 2008 8:29:40 am PDT #4127 of 10003
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
As Friday pick-up, may I offer this culture mash-up gem, combining theme parks, So You Think You Can Dance, Star Wars and The '80s.
msbelle - Jun 20, 2008 8:33:04 am PDT #4128 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
too many crappy people stories.
YAY duck boats and lip-synching dancing Disney "cast members".
Lee - Jun 20, 2008 8:41:33 am PDT #4129 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Weekend! Soon! (at least if this day ever ends, which it does not seem inclined to do.) What are people doing?
I'm going to Warped, and trying not to get too sunburned.