Curses!
Wednesday, 23. July 2008, 15:18:33
On my way to work.
Forget walking/biking, soon my yards and yards of luxurious flesh will be ferried around in an anti-gravity belt a-la the Baron Harkonnen in David Lynch's Dune while an army of pale androgynes in black plastic suits tends to my every nefarious need, which will involve crateloads of the delicious almond bear claw pastries I just sampled this morning and buckets of highly caffienated lattes.
DAMN BAKERIES! My bete noir! :shakes fist feebly, continues to munch on buttery, flakey, almond-y goodness:


By noah counte, # 23. July 2008, 16:23:05
By mlynnjohnson, # 23. July 2008, 16:43:25
Still, it's my desire to eat food. You know - the stuff our parents used to eat: the stuff without petrochemical derivatives added...
By noah counte, # 23. July 2008, 16:47:06
By mlynnjohnson, # 23. July 2008, 17:41:28
By edwardpiercy, # 23. July 2008, 21:28:29
By mlynnjohnson, # 23. July 2008, 23:09:10
By edwardpiercy, # 24. July 2008, 00:32:13
...on the rocks?
...Irish?
By mlynnjohnson, # 24. July 2008, 00:42:23
"Aged 16 years and goes down easy." That's probably the worst one I've ever heard. Or possibly the best.
Let's just stick with "Irish" (wink wink)
How about one for wine?
"I like my wine like I like my men..." etc etc.
By edwardpiercy, # 24. July 2008, 00:49:37
Let's see...wine...
"I like my wine like I like my men...French and with a nice finish!"
Sheesh, I can't believe I just typed that...
By mlynnjohnson, # 24. July 2008, 01:02:05
By noah counte, # 24. July 2008, 01:14:52
I like my women like I like my coffee...in a plastic cup!
By mlynnjohnson, # 24. July 2008, 01:19:00
I like my wine like I like my women...cheap and from Australia.
By edwardpiercy, # 24. July 2008, 01:26:16