Thanks for the out of control tortoise porn. Laugh all you want, they're going to outlive you. (And she still is looking back like, are you FINISHED?, like she's got somewhere to be.)
I'm reactivating a Maui sourdough culture collected a few years ago. It's going very slowly, my two Maui cultures are almost completely dead.
As backup I'm also collecting Denver airborne culture for the heckofit. On account of there being a nice breeze out there today.
The thing is, both revivations contain flour contaminated with organisms of origin unknown, most likely western United States. But in much smaller amount than collected. Trufax
I'll know for sure soon enough.
My older brother wrote asking if I recalled how our housekeeper, Sueko, taught us to make fried rice.
Bless.
Turns out I made it the day before. Talk about ESP. Or channeling. Or filial mental connectivity. Or coincidental concurrence or whatever. I answered at length with extensive flavor suggestions and with links to my own site, each one completely different.
He wrote back saying in Texas they do not know how to cook for flavor. (recently moved there) He said they put Tabasco sauce on everything and exclaim a new taste sensation.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, what a joker. I know that to be false. It says more about the places he goes. Besides, that sauce is Louisiana, not Texas.
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He doesn't look a day over 100.
THIS seem familiar to anybody?
The BBC story about him notes the relief from delicate doilies that he won't be stuffed after his death.
This girl ought to emigrate post haste. I--we could appreciate her grit, unlike those silly gits.
Thanks for the out of control tortoise porn. Laugh all you want, they're going to outlive you. (And she still is looking back like, are you FINISHED?, like she's got somewhere to be.)
There once was a rabbi named Drew
who was vainly attempting to screw.
His wife cried, "Oy vey!
If you keep on this way,
the Messiah will come before you!"
Adam@7:08... interesting story and woman, I agree with you.
I'm reactivating a Maui sourdough culture collected a few years ago. It's going very slowly, my two Maui cultures are almost completely dead.
As backup I'm also collecting Denver airborne culture for the heckofit. On account of there being a nice breeze out there today.
The thing is, both revivations contain flour contaminated with organisms of origin unknown, most likely western United States. But in much smaller amount than collected. Trufax
I'll know for sure soon enough.
My older brother wrote asking if I recalled how our housekeeper, Sueko, taught us to make fried rice.
Bless.
Turns out I made it the day before. Talk about ESP. Or channeling. Or filial mental connectivity. Or coincidental concurrence or whatever. I answered at length with extensive flavor suggestions and with links to my own site, each one completely different.
He wrote back saying in Texas they do not know how to cook for flavor. (recently moved there) He said they put Tabasco sauce on everything and exclaim a new taste sensation.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, what a joker. I know that to be false. It says more about the places he goes. Besides, that sauce is Louisiana, not Texas.
I watched a piece ESPN did on hall of fame quarterback Jim Kelly.
He has cancer and has undergone a number of surgeries and chemotherapy. One of the side-effects is the loss of saliva.
I cant even imagine what that would be like.
I just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of Ruby red grapefruit juice.
Grapefruit generates a great deal of saliva.
Today is also the 50th anniversary of some grad student cutting down the world's oldest known tree at that time.
And yes, Jonathan is real.
Anybody could live that long if they never left home and always had sex in a helmet,
and one more thing: no turtle wars.
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