Writing is my bread and butter, and occasionally my caviar. For the last 3 days, all I can come up with is drivel, despite the fact that there is inspiration everywhere. I have started 6 pieces, none of which have gone beyond the first few lines where I realize that I can’t attach my name to this crap—I have a reputation to uphold. It’s like I’ve had a lobotomy! —Ernest Hemingwrongway
This article appears in Mar 17-23, 2011.
well this is definitely the right spot for drivel… 🙂
Definetly a good spot for drivel: welcome!!!
Well you aren’t the first writer haveing writer’s block and you……damn I can’t remember what I was going to write.
One of us! One of us! Gooble Gobble, Gooble Gobble!
Advice when i get writers block, write down anything that pops up in your head, and connect the dots later, i used to go to bed with just random scribbles of words… Or LSD that helps too.
Anglo is “write”! Hah, ok, I will stop with the bad puns now promise.
But seriously, every night before bed pick up a notepad, and just write for half an hour. Don’t think, don’t correct, just write. Some of it will be crap, but you will be surprised what you come up with when you don’t have so much pressure on yourself to come up with anything.
Here ya go Ernie 😉 – warning nsfw
http://oglaf.com/media/comic/blankpage.jpg
I wonder if this is Annie? ….nevermind…he posted early today…damn!
No Real Chick, I’m not the poster this time but I am pleased to see that you read my little essay today about the moron “Booer” on my thread, “L’homme de Montreal, please go home” and digested its contents. An insightful and thought-provoking piece once again as I’m sure you will agree. Now over to Ernest whose post naturally intrigued me.
Judging by his pseudonym, Ernest writes fiction for his “bread and butter” but it doesn’t matter. What is required for any writing, fiction or non-fiction Ernest, is – in addition of course to skill in articulation – a problem, preferably one which contains a philosophical dimension if the finished product is to have any meaningful resonance. You might well ask, “Well, then, where does such a ‘problem’ come from?” A good question, Ernest. It relates to the philosophical dilemma surrounding the concept of “ideogenesis,” the origin and progressivep development of ideas. The difficulty Ernest, is that there is no recipe – in the last analysis one either has the ability and capacity, or one does not. However, you must not be discouraged if your first attempots are not successful. Even Montrealman makes the odd changes here and there.
In the meantime Ernest, what about something along the lines of a love story set in Spain during the running of the bulls in Pamplona? You could call it, “The Moon Also Rises.”
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
I found Ernest Hemingway boring myself, Roald Dahl was deeply disappointed when he met him. My this is really getting highbrow now.
other than ferdinand, the sun also rises gave me an intense loathing and disgust for bullfighting *snort*
montrealman.
What’s are the next 3 numbers in the series?
1, 10, 11, 100, 101…
i know, i know http://www.strategicprofits.com/wp-content…
lol pg 🙂 we’ll give annie till her next post…ok?
Feeling any better? Drugs kick in yet?
I think Ernest should let us help him. I’ll open:
It was a dark and stormy night…
= p
aah yes, steroids are not just for roidheads. the needles hurt a bit but are the only cure. surgery is out so as long as i don’t end up like this i’m good http://www.dcbachelor.com/news/uploads/car…
…the wind howled like the tortured souls of the damned…
…a hardbitten moll who’d launched a few too many restraining orders and soaked up too much Vat 69 opened the low-rent office door of Dennis Cato, P.I.
“Where do you want the flowers, toots.” she wheezed in a voice roughened by years of filterless menthols.
“Put the roses on the piano and tulips on the organ…”
screee…perhaps writer block dude is looking for non-fiction. he came to the right place if he’s looking for human interest stories
…he chewed on the half of his cigar still burning in his mouth his face hidden beneath the shadow of a felt fedora…
Ivan – this line would’ve been better with a tweak
Put the roses on the piano and tulips on the organ…”
Put the roses on the piano and your 2 lips on my organ
and then she spread her legs like cheap, warm butter, she was all…
No butter is cheap, LS. (Geez! Now we know why Moll had to launch so many restraining orders.)
pg, montrealman can’t figure it out (no surprise). Your turn 🙂
love Larson, Kim.
i thought i had it right, the bear says no. when he comes back from walking the great beast he’ll figure it out. apparently i am not so smrt^^smartass perhaps
kim,??????? what is that about a moll? butter is fairly cheap, if you know where to look.
110 111 1000…sometimes i’m on sometimes i’m off
or so i’m told
=) That’s correct pg.
There are 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don’t.
I’m a better writer than OP. I can take a shit and then write a story about ice cream trucks.
“…he chewed on the half of his cigar still burning in his mouth his face hidden beneath the shadow of a felt fedora…”
…which masked his look of revulsion as her sardonic laugh at his feeble attempt to charm her ended abruptly in a spasm of phlegmy hacks. “Ya hear the Russian got fitted for cement shoes last night?” she asked in a strangled voice…
“That’s what happens when you don’t pay your bills for five months” Cato slurred holding the spoon over the candle. “Do you want me to explain the existential ramifications of whether or nor an individual can be considered to be in arrears if they deny receiving a late payment notice or will that just provoke another episode of self-cutting.” By this time the spoon’s contents were bubbling merrily and the incontinent private dick tightened the tournequet.
“Fuck, Cato!” she exclaimed in disgust, “Just the smell of that shit and you turn into Montrealman now. Don’t ya get it? No one can understand what the fuck you’re talking about when you turn into that dick! Exista…whatever! No one gives a shit!” Grabbing his arm, she pleaded, “Please, Cato, don’t do it! I can’t take it, I tell ya! I can’t take it!”
…sounds of footsteps could be heard comming up the stairs.
“You sure this is the right place?” a nervous voice almost breaking with tension.
“Yes, for the third time, this is the place,” said a man with gravel in his throat,”now shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.”
“You’re the boss, NGF” Sebastian squeaked, so on edge he couldn’t show the usual interest in the rather ample butt two steps up from him.
“Yeah, and don’t you forget it,” Fat growled affectionately.
…The two torpedoes kicked open the office door. “Tell the skirt to take a powder, Cato” snarled the rotund Hawaiian. “Unless she’s the type to get a wide-on seein’ her boss treated to a little chin music.”
Trixie laughed raucously “Hah!, you gotta stub cigarettes out on his superfluous third nipple just to get him to sustain an erec…:
Her braying deconstruction of the Professor’s potency was interrupted by a crescendo of automatic gunfire matched with the counterpoint of shattered window glass. Some gunsel at street level was keen on defenestrating the squalid office with a Chicago piano and so far he’d managed to hit all the major notes…
OMG… this is brilliant…. I’ll take an autographed version, s’il vous plait.
jesus christ, it’s them fucking stupid gangbangers again. with their stupid little sideways firing guns, no wonder we are still alive, they can’t hit a fucking thing……
…”I told you not to rent an office in Spryfield, but NO, you said, ‘The Underclass’ was just a fictional construct of post-modernistic ennui, you said…”
Trixie attempted to punctuate her tirade by jamming her right spike heel through Cato’s left eyeball as he cowered in a puddle of his own urine. Sebastian restrained her, grudgingly allowing himself contact with…one of THEM.
“Does the big lug have a name?” she asked the porcine hoodlum who was obviously in charge.
“Forget it, he’s a donut-poker. Now let’s go Fergie” NGF gestured at the now thoroughly post-structuralist Cato with what appeared to be a Glock 9mm automatic but was actually a large Tony’s donair…
✔✔✔
just about that time, down in the street, bro tim arrived.”what’s going on”, he cried, as the punks fucked off at a dead run. ” someonne oughta teach this underclass shit, the right way to do a hit”,right col.ivan. and trixie, being the slut she was, got all wet and dreamy eyed……
“The sidewalks are all covered with ciggie butts and doggie doos. And there are too many bus stops full of bus people” opined the fey social critic, Sebastian. “Your neighborhood is a dump; someone ought to write a letter or something”
“You take Perfessor Peepants and his twist to the Escalade; I’ll deal with John Q. Law” said NGF as he scarfed down the last of his donair.
“What the Hell kind of Lemon-Party is going on here..
I’m laughing too hard to contribute 😉
Better a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy ~:)
…Trixie “The Floozie” Nightingale heaved her lopsided triple g up onto the windowsill. Hot lead had unhinged the straining strap that kept her babies safe the playpen. “Ya Nancies!” she screamed out the window, off the track in rage, “You just cost the wrong bearcat a double sawbuck!”…
Is it just me or could Montrealman put a dead person into a coma with his philisophical intellect?
“but scramin’ jesus”, m.m. said, as he tried to grope ttfn, “them boobs are the most ginormous fucking things, i have ever laid eyes on”……
Bahawhawhaw – eh, Lifey, you’re just sayin’ that ’cause it’s true. MM wouldn’t fucking know what hit him.
As Dennis Cato PHD stared up at the huge pair of swinging mammalians above him he was struck with an epiphany. “I really don’t know what hit me, do I. Those dollops of lard clinging to the female thorax. What purpose do they serve?” Further expostulation was interrupted as Trixie reloaded
Down on the street Ossifer Tim calmly and deliberately returned fire at the pair hiding behind the Escalade, taking particular care to shoot the eyes out of the Judy Garland bobblehead on the dash. Nice Going Fat was down to his last magazine of 9mm when he reached into the back seat and pulled out a Mossberg 500, 12 gauge pump gun with 18 inch barrel and tossed it to Sebastian.
“Homo with a shotgun” he thought to himself and began to laugh hysterically as he put two rounds into his henchman’s back before passing out from the exertion….
Cato closed his one good eye, blocking out the crazed pipe-squeezing dame. He felt like hell, and it wasn’t the pins that had been pasted onto his map–it was the hop. He could feel his sense of superiority draining from his veins–his alter-ego taking a hike as the shakes began to rack his body. Nothing like a lead shower to inspire you to clean up your act. He knew he had to dust out. Fast. The bulls had been trying to nail something solid on him since he tipped his mitt about the Chief.
as he slowly realized, that life wasn’t exactly how he imagined it to me. the rest of the crew said,” fuck this, let’s go grab a bite to eat”. as they sped away, you could hear cato crying softly,”why me o lord”……
somewhere down the road, life sucks jumps up and announces,” jesus guys, i think i have a cold coming on, and need someone, to blow my nose”…….
As ol’ Suckers needs his nose blown, sebastian comes-a-running with a pair of comedy-glasses that are shaped like a penis. “Here, uthe thith, Thuckerth,” exclaimed an overly-excited sebastian, “my bothth will underth-tand!” NGF stood there thinking to himself, “…snot-nosed-dish-frag…?” Turns out it was Pez and not shells that pelted the henchman.
….NGF continued to return fire methodically but between Sebastian’s lip-synching of “Gee I’m Glad I’m No-One Else but Me” and Cato’s Dr. Smith-type screams of “Oh, The Pain, The Pain” he felt like someone was DJ-ing in his skull with a hamster and an X-acto knife. And Seb was wearing that cheap-jack Souvenir of Cavendish straw hat and orange pig-tails, to add insult to injury.
Just then an adult bald eagle swooped in and began tugging at The Professor’s tongue with his hooked beak.
“Oh Thank You, Great Creator” said Fat.
“No Problem” replied the eagle in a voice that sounded eerily like Gilbert Gottfried.
“What did you just say?”
“Screeee, Screee” quoth the eagle…..
Even with writers block, you’re still better than the journalists ’round these parts.
anyone see the metro today? page 4 right at the bottom…
“The 16 year old, who can’t be identified, turned himself into Halifax Regional Police headquarters on Friday morning.”
Did he now? How does one go about turning himself into a building? perhaps the mayor should follow suit and turn himself into his precious stadium.
Smelling like Paris in the Spring, the eagle brushed his cheek gently with a cool, feathery touch. Sensing something was off, he opened his eye. It wasn’t any eagle, but it was a bird, alright. A oysters on ice kind of bird. The cat’s meow. A pretty kitty.
and as the pretty kitty alighted, she looked around and said,” i wish i were an angel, but if i were, i’d have to be a fallen one”. with that, the sky opened up and someone said,” you calling me”.
A fart was heard.
And then a giggle…
Pretty Kitty wrinkled her fastidious little button nose and glared murderously at Nice Going Fat. “Who cut the cheese” she queried in a deadly flat voice, utterly devoid of emotion. Before he could answer, Dennis Cato piped up “according to Apeulius in “The Golden Ass” Thou who hast smelt it, dealt it.” Lifesucks rounded furiously on the decrepit academic and leered “What’s your favourite Polanski film Annie?”
“Knife in the Water, of course.”
“Wrong answer” snarled the Dark Lord. “It’s Chinatown” he barked slitting Cato’s left nostril open with a 7 inch flick-knife. And then Sebastian ripped another one.
and then hermoine grabbed voldermorts huge giant wand and cast her magical spell…
(wrong story sorry)
“Boys!” yowled Kitty. All the men (that is, everyone with a penis) froze. Retracting her fangs and claws to daintily dab at her moisture-filled baby blues, she asked tearfully, “Which one of you mugs is Dennis Cato?”
Before Cato could feel her out with a Who wants to know? everyone in the dump pointed their weapon at him.
“My sister, Lil’ Orphan Painnie, has disappeared,” Kitty sobbed, “And I need you to find her.”
“Aha! I might know where she presently resides,” Cato exclaimed, cupping his balls with his oversized right hand. With the finesse of a man eighty years younger, he plunged his triangular head up his fudge tunnel and pulled out L’il Orphan Painnie by his three fangs. Painnie, sweet child, was no worse for wear but had developed a very unappetizing brown tan.
“You Fecker” she screamed and launched herself at Cato’s eyes with bared fangs. “I thought you were inviting me to be a judge at the Westminster Dog Show, not a Klingon orbiting Uranus”
“Could have been worse sweetie” This from Trixie. “Could have been a one-way trip to Johnson City”
The room collapsed in hysterics. No one noticed as two large goons with Kalashnikovs entered and took up defilade positions that covered the entire room. They were slab-faced dolts who smelled of cheap tobacco, acrid sweat and badly cured boar sausage. Eastern Europeans. In the door stood a bookish man in an elegant sable-fur ushanka. In his hands he held a solid gold AK-47.
“The Russian………”
Oh, oh, oh, pick me! Can the goons be jonno and z3, please!?
What the FUCK is this? LOL
…sorry to derail but: “Pretty Kitty wrinkled her fastidious little button nose and glared murderously at Nice Going Fat. “Who cut the cheese” she queried in a deadly flat voice, utterly devoid of emotion.” <-- that's really happened. Except it involved a) a bench b) a bus stop c) a lululemon headband and d) gay pride day. Don’t ask. *shakes head* OK CARRY ON.
I’m just waiting for Godwin’s law to take over….
We do seem to be getting closer and closer to that eventuality…
Zed, we missed you at the summit on Sunday 🙁 Did you have a good weekend away?
In any event…. does comparing Sebastard to Hitler count as going all Godwin’s law? Cause I did that. Then everyone climbed on the bandwagon. UH OHES.
“This is the greatest infamy since Selma” mewled Cato.
“Yob Tvoyu Mat!” said the Russian. “Jesse Jackson’s Law rears it’s ugly head.
“WTF are you going on about Comrade?” said LifeSucks quizzically.
“A socio-political phenomenon noticed in American political discourse in the 1980s. Whenever something hapened or was said that the Reverend Jesse Jackson didn’t like or agree with he would compare it to Selma, Alabama in those carefree Civil Rights days.”
“It reached the height of absurdity on February 29th 1996 when Jackson entered a Denny’s resataurant in Syracuse New York. 25 Minutes later he held a press conference in which he announced to the world “On this day, in the year of our Lord, 1996, I ordered breakfast at Dennys. I was seated and served; the point is moot. But my eggs were cold.”
“This is the Greatest stain on the United States since Selma”
“Well that was certainly a non-sequiter” said Little Orphan Painey….
had an emergency to tend to.
Helped out the family as best I could.
See, I’m not ‘NoHeart’… I’m more like Grumpy bear.
Pretty much everything blows… but I still do what needs to get done.
I did miss enjoying a breakfast though. My favorite two meals of the day.
mmm russians http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/08…
my favorite russian
http://www.point-bar.net/web_images/black_…
Well I hope everything’s ok with your family 🙁
We’ll schedule something again soon. I didn’t get my sausage so that needs to be taken care of asap (I don’t mean that the way it sounds, guys, so stfu!). And hay, we even found a dish for Sebastard: the “meat and buns”. AHAHAHAHA. I just remembered that now. Someone SO needs to order that next time!
I don’t know what it is with you, z3, but the more grumpy you are, the more I feel like you just need a really big hug…
…until his little tongue turns black >; ) (jk)
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.…
Me too, ralmn. I want to give him a cookie a glass of milk and a big hug too 🙁 I don’t think he’s grumpy so much as sad. *sniff*
http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/compl…
But HAY! It’s Terrific Tuesday everyone!
Why is it Terrific Tuesday?
the tongue is more blue than black http://www.theequinest.com/images/chow-cho…
I just assumed z3 was bi-polar. And since I enjoy his highs, I don’t knock him on his lows = )
I’m not quite sure why it’s Terrific Tuesday, 195, as I’m feeling extra fat today, my stomach’s bothering me and I didn’t get much sleep last night, but damn I feel pretty great today, regardless.
That and, when I went to the bank this morning to check my balance, I had an extra $150 in there I didn’t know I had (or wasn’t expecting to have) so I treated myself to a new starbucks reusable mug, a caramel latte, bought my bus pass for April and can now go to Tiesto with NGF (though, his connection to the cheap(er) tickets doesn’t hurt, either ;))
I just know it’s Terrific Tuesday because music sounds a little bit better today, which is a nice switch because I’ve been miserable since February 10th. 🙂
Well that’s good. 🙂
All very good news, PK – I’m waiting and waiting and waiting for my phone to ring with good news, but it might not come so I’m going bananas.
Plus, I just had an unexpected 40min break because we lost power. How fun. No phone, no computer and no car. No work to do! booooo-ring.
there sure are a lot of images for terrific tuesday but they’re kinda cutsie http://www.funkymyspace.com/graphics/tuesd…
…sorry to derail but: “Pretty Kitty wrinkled her fastidious little button nose and glared murderously at Nice Going Fat. “Who cut the cheese” she queried in a deadly flat voice, utterly devoid of emotion.” <-- that's really happened. Except it involved a) a bench b) a bus stop c) a lululemon headband and d) gay pride day.
I’m used to having them folks sniffin’ my butt but after the rip it was likehaving a load of Bobby Heenans bowing near me and I was King Harley Race!
AHAHAHAHAHA loves. it.
The ONLY thing that would make today a BIT better would be if I was at home in here:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/comm…
with these guys:
http://www.cupidrags.com/images/jimbo2.jpg
and
http://www.freewebs.com/oddbookgirl/Jayson…
*not my real ones, but close enough 😛
Oh and with a lot of these guys:
http://www.premierlife.ca/wp-content/uploa…
oooh, i like the mandarin. you need some of these too http://portmoodygreyhounds.ca/wp-content/u…
Torture porn? Wow, a new low for The Coast. What’s next?
Good grief. i think we’ve got outselves another “Old Hand” on our hands. heh.
Torture porn has a long and imaginative history…
http://www.thesharkguys.com/wp-content/upl…
thank you Kim….
I’m going to research and perhaps book an appointment.
I think you may be on to something…
I should also note the Japanese earthquake has shifted my poles ever farther apart.
I’m about as stable as Libya at the moment….
This is low? Then you won’t like this:
A product of beastiality:
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS…
http://www.irishhealth.com/clin/depression…
… it does a body good.
Though, I’ve heard this works well:
http://images.wikia.com/psychology/images/…
with a dash of:
http://medness.org/images/wellbutrin/Wellb…
Don’t take this though:
http://gethqpills.com/paxil.jpg
I’ve heard it can make you:
http://www.wiretotheear.com/wp-content/upl…
and get these if you don’t want to take it anymore:
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/im…
Well isn’t that just the bee’s knees. We’ve degenerated from torture porn to drug dealing.
What next – Shilling for Big Oil?
ummm…
I won’t be prescribed meds….
long story.
I should probably lay off the fade to black too…
it’s not the most chipper of songs.
and where the fuck did torture porn get introduced here? I must have missed that.
that was funny miss kitty. when all else fails http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nPzHxecTs0
The direwarning guy said something about torture porn. i didn’t ask.
And I forgot to add:
http://www.drugrehabadvisor.com/wp-content…
Kay’s drug of choice.
DimWit seems to think that deriving a sense of psycho-sexual pleasure from the mental images of injury and mutilation being inflicted on a helpless Montrealman in some way equates to “torture porn” What a fetyuk.
I’m with ya Z3! (on the bi-polar). But I think mine right now is pregnancy hormones. The lows are stretching out longer because of the lack of sleep and exercise.
Terrific Tuesday…meh….Any day is better than the Monday I had!! (Actually everyone is healthy so I can’t say any day).
Sorry I missed the big summit! I sat in a big apple costume for 2 hours at the other place waiting….. http://www.deviantart.com/download/4378009…
the grapes (donk) and throw up looking guy (jonno) never showed up either…. 🙁
http://www.wtfcostumes.com/costumes/fruit-…
I looked pretty fucken stupid!!! Now I know the disappointment Z3 felt when we all bailed on laser tag.
Sadly, bi-polar is serious shit. I have a friend with bi-polar who was prescribed a medication that made them so manic they ended up being admitted into the hospital. They texted me from the hospital telling me they had been admitted to the psych ward.
The real shitty disorders, though, are the personality disorders. Narcissistic Personality Disorder is one of them. People joke about and call people narcissistic as insults all the time, but NPD is SERIOUS shit and a disorder that is often untreatable. Narcissists are some of the worst people to deal/live with and are often very smart, cunning, completely removed from reality and tend to be abusers. And they are so self-UNaware, they have no idea anything’s wrong with them, in fact, they HONESTLY BELIEVE it’s everyone else that’s a problem. There are varying degrees from a scale of 1-10, where we all sit around a 1-2-3 (normal people with normal self esteem), and 10 being the worst of those with NPD.
Dealing with a narcissist, especially when they’re close to you who’s an 8-9-10 on the scale is just… unbearable.
Maybe that’s why z3’s such a sad apple, (err sad grape?) — we all bailed on laser tag (though, in my defence I wasn’t really paying attention to LTWWB at that time and didn’t know about the LT).
OH NOES WE RUINED ZED. 4EVAH.
🙁
We just couldn’t get into Smitty’s RC.
Didn’t you notice all the wierd characters outside?
Anyway, I’m in again for the next summit. Fleet Club maybe? It’s plenty big and has cheap beer 😉
i think we need dark and dingy hugo or my backyard. i have a polygon shaped picnic table
Ooooh a polygon. 😛
Preferably a polygon with ethanol.
KThanksbye.
grrr… I thought for a sec there that ethanol had a benzene ring in it and hence an ethanol polygon…..
then I thought, if it did, I don’t think anyone would want to consume it.
well, maybe the masochists
Hugo!!! Do you really think you all looked weird???? Try sitting at a table reserved for 12 alone in an apple costume!!! Assholes! all of you except Miss Pain! (Bread lady – BBQ for 2 – your backyard – I make awesome macaroni & taco salad!)
Macaroni and tacos together? Or two separate salads?? Cause the former might be a little too amibitious for my liking. though I asn’t invited anyway. So, um, right.
[goes back to sit in her corner cubicle and stare aimlessly out the window, wishing desperately for 4:30 and the end of this interminable day!]
Ew thou shalt not utter things concerning organic chemistry … I’ve seen my fair share of molecules and don’t want to see anymore in detail unless I have to present ID and there’s a percentage written right on the receptacle.
Macaroni with red & green peppers, green onion, tiny cube cheeses and a secret salad dressing mix. Followed by a taco salad. Or maybe a beautiful broccoli salad….shit now I’m hungry!
you are always on the A list ralmn^^seriously tho, our backyard when the trees are blooming, seems to bring out the gab. i less than three chemistry but especially bio-chemistry. this is a melt not a salad http://hostedmedia.reimanpub.com/TOH/Image…
I love summer parties. I’m really lucky in my current place I have a backyard with a little garden, but best of all is my patio. There are vines growing up over it in the summer – so pretty with my flower pots and tomatoes and hanging baskets! Love it.
Alas, I probably won’t see another summer there though.
So I’m totally down with backyard parties. Mmm… bbq corn on the cob too!
..yea gotta have ambrosia salad (yea know with fruit salad and mini marshmallows etc.) i love that shit 🙂
nonono, it’s not a party it’s a summit…shh. i loved the kraft ads on ed sullivan, everything had miniature marshmallows
Bahaha – chef marty likes ambrosia? Claaaaassy :D. I thought it was just kids under 12 and oldies over 75 who like it!
MMMmmm…
http://www.cooking-recipes-collection.com/…
..and backyard tomato-bocconcini ,new potato-pancetta salad,and yellow and green zucchini slaw , and snow pea and sweet pepper salad,and marinated veg. salad and smoked corn and jicama salad and rst’d beet and blood orange salad and artichoke and feta and grape tomato salad and….:)
see ya see *drool*
I’ll bring a PK-friendly salad of her own to share with her fellow bitchers. Probably taste like sawdust and lack any major nutrient (besides white carbs), but HAY! At least it’d be something I could consume! haha.
No srsly, I make an awesome broccoli salad and a great potato salad. And a killer lasagne (orgasm in yo’ mouth, I promise). So, I’ll bring that!
I’ll bring the strippers. Patry on folks.
some old school “crap” is actually good ie: fluffer nutters and look at high -end places with the deep-frying like choc. bars and twinkies and such…
I make a killer ham sandwich deconstructed into a salad.
believe me.
It’s killer.
Is your “secret” ingredient arsenic?
Nope. Stingrays
http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/wp-co…
Aw, Come On! – Surely this isn’t “Too Soon”?
Too soon.
nah http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/10/31/…
Oh noes! Painey – that one may have been a bit too soon, luv.
ha ha.
lil’ painy looked amused, as the first shafts of light appear over the city. “it’s been a fun night”, she says, as she heads for the shadows, that she calls friend. about that same time, the russain, not outed and dead, looks at the assembled group and groans,”who the fuck was that, my ass is still sore from the claw marks”.
col. ivan looks to his left, and notices that there is a distinct dawning coming on……