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When I went to buy the butter yesterday, I also bought ice cream cause it was on sale.
I forgot to go to the bakery for bread. So I told partner on his way home to pick some up. The bakery is across the street from supermarket. He buys the bread then sees the sign in the supermarket window for sale on ice cream and brings home three half gallons of ice cream!
Woooohoooo, I’m going to get bigger than I need to be!
My erstwhile co-worker, commodity derivative specialist at Citibank and lover of Brazil, just HAPPENED to be on a “business trip” to Brazil around the time of Carnival. When he was supposed to be at a business meeting, he was caught on CNN, dancing down the streets of Rio with one of the Samba schools. He is a rather roly poly guy and the girls dressed him up as a grasshopper. As he hopped down the streets of Rio, he was caught, and RECOGNIZED by co-workers on the trading floor; everyone stood up and CHEERED.
Yes, he kept his job (well, this didn’t end it anyway) and became a legend.
“Second, during the trophy presentation after the game, the lead host always interviews the winning quarterback and asks ridiculously technical questions: “That third-and-6 from the 25, take us back there, they were in nickel package, what did you see?†And he’ll answer it: “I saw single coverage on Wayne and looked off the safety to give Reggie time to get into his route. They picked up the blitz and it worked out for us.—
Morning all.
So I melted the butter and made Potato Leek soup last night. While my partner raved about it and thought it was delish and ate two bowl fulls. I didn’t like it.
Too buttery and creamy for my taste buds.
When I went to buy the butter yesterday, I also bought ice cream cause it was on sale.
I forgot to go to the bakery for bread. So I told partner on his way home to pick some up. The bakery is across the street from supermarket. He buys the bread then sees the sign in the supermarket window for sale on ice cream and brings home three half gallons of ice cream!
Woooohoooo, I’m going to get bigger than I need to be!
My photo was in Time mag – dancing at the Dom (a LES disco-type place in the early 60s.) I was off college illegally w/ a fractured pelvis.
And that’s why I don’t like Alfredo sauce.
HEADS UP ALL YOU POSTING FROM THE OFFICE…..
My erstwhile co-worker, commodity derivative specialist at Citibank and lover of Brazil, just HAPPENED to be on a “business trip” to Brazil around the time of Carnival. When he was supposed to be at a business meeting, he was caught on CNN, dancing down the streets of Rio with one of the Samba schools. He is a rather roly poly guy and the girls dressed him up as a grasshopper. As he hopped down the streets of Rio, he was caught, and RECOGNIZED by co-workers on the trading floor; everyone stood up and CHEERED.
Yes, he kept his job (well, this didn’t end it anyway) and became a legend.
rob, do you know what “vicchyssoise” means???
ew potato leek soup is like a set prop for a bukkakke film.
*rob*
“Second, during the trophy presentation after the game, the lead host always interviews the winning quarterback and asks ridiculously technical questions: “That third-and-6 from the 25, take us back there, they were in nickel package, what did you see?†And he’ll answer it: “I saw single coverage on Wayne and looked off the safety to give Reggie time to get into his route. They picked up the blitz and it worked out for us.—
I have no clue what any of that means.
Morning all.
So I melted the butter and made Potato Leek soup last night. While my partner raved about it and thought it was delish and ate two bowl fulls. I didn’t like it.
Too buttery and creamy for my taste buds.
Or be less lazy and draw the shade after sunset.
Posted by: Biff Champion at February 5, 2010 10:33 AM
Less lazy, more creepy.