Thursday, October 13, 2005

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*

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.
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!


At 10/13/2005 10:59:00 PM, Blogger Berry said...

U.R. funny....I'm glad that wasn't taken off your shopping list due to budget cuts ;-) Enjoy!

At 10/17/2005 10:23:00 AM, Anonymous O said...

"nancy, limp-wristed spritzer sipping..." HAHAHAHAH! Found your site through Will, this was damn funny.

At 10/17/2005 03:42:00 PM, Blogger ding said...

i loooves me some guinness. it's a meal! oh, and that creamy head....mmmmm.

in chicago, we girls like stout. we're hearty.

At 10/20/2005 03:12:00 PM, Blogger alli-babe said...

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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