All I'm saying is...
If I weren't meant to eat delicious, juicy, bloody on the inside and beautifully charred on the outside steaks, then why am I so goddamned good at makin' 'em, huh? Really! You see, this is why I will always be at least a little bit fat forever. *eyeroll*
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Hey, okay, so here, have fifty words:
"Gal, ya bes' keep an eye on dat one. Him too fine fi' be left alone!" Cackles.
On him. Implication: I can't keep him. I'm not enough.
Fool.
He believes it, too. Thinks that's why I cook, clean, come for him.
I seethe.
It's okay, though. The repairman comes today.
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Show of hands: How many of you ladies like beer? Okay, how many like it enough to know the difference between, say, an ale and a stout? Like stout?
I bought some today, and as I was pushing it around in my cart one of the guys in the market looked at it, looked at me, and said: "Wow. That's not for you, is it? You like that? Guinness?"
Eh? Are all the women in New York little nancy limp-wristed spritzer-sipping bitches?
Ooh, that came out sassy.
Forgetit.
Happy Friday!
posted by Sid @ 10/13/2005 08:51:00 PM
4 Comments:
U.R. funny....I'm glad that wasn't taken off your shopping list due to budget cuts ;-) Enjoy!
"nancy, limp-wristed spritzer sipping..." HAHAHAHAH! Found your site through Will, this was damn funny.
i loooves me some guinness. it's a meal! oh, and that creamy head....mmmmm.
in chicago, we girls like stout. we're hearty.
LOL @ ding: .."and that creamy head"..
Sid...your hilarious...
"hand raised above head...i'mma beer drinker, i'mma beer drinker*
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