“Hey, foir certain kinds of sandwiches, whitebread is the only way to go.”
Peanut Butter & Jelly belongs on white bread.
So does turkey with Hellman’s mayo the day after Thanksgiving.
Up till age 18, my staple food was Peanut butter and jelly — grape jelly, skippy on white Wonder bread. If you brought it to school, the jelly bled purple through the white bread which collapsed to 1/4 inch thick in your waxed paper wrapping. Now really back to work….
Dh- I have no issues with criticizing Mr. B if I think his posts are over the line, but most of us don’t make it a policy to dictate how he runs the blog or what subjects he should cover. We’ll argue with him, but we don’t expect him to change the blog based on what we want. He covers what he wants, and he determines what he’s interested in. He lets MM write what she wants because he likes what she says and shares her interests. It is his blog and he has every right to do that.
“and those of you who are telling Benson that “it’s mr. b’s blog and he can say whatever he wants” – well that doesn’t stop you from criticizing him for what he chooses to post and some of his commentary on issues that YOU personally disagree with.”
I need to find a new professional calling asap. I’m getting fidgety and resorting to exercise, which sounds cool on the surface but I would much rather get obsessive about something else.
Yesterday was supposed to be my day to sleep in while the Mrs took the kids but instead I woke up at like 6:30 and put on running shoes and started running. From park slope to brooklyn heights to the b’lyn bridge into manhattan and then the next thing I know I’m in times square.
I don’t want to end up one of those people who can’t stop and the next thing they know they have crazy eyes and they’re shitting themselves in the middle of some kind of ultramarathon.
And whitebread top-split hot dog buns.
Peanut Butter & Jelly belongs on white bread.
So does turkey with Hellman’s mayo the day after Thanksgiving.
Also Mother Goose liverwurst with Hellman’s mayo.
I’m going to agree with 1/2 of DH’s 2:08 post. Not sayin which half. Now I’m going to hide behind DH.
By CGar on May 3, 2010 2:11 PM
“Hey, foir certain kinds of sandwiches, whitebread is the only way to go.”
Peanut Butter & Jelly belongs on white bread.
So does turkey with Hellman’s mayo the day after Thanksgiving.
Up till age 18, my staple food was Peanut butter and jelly — grape jelly, skippy on white Wonder bread. If you brought it to school, the jelly bled purple through the white bread which collapsed to 1/4 inch thick in your waxed paper wrapping. Now really back to work….
There’s no confusion when a Japanese guy says to me “Mo ichi da?”
“One more time?”
Mo ichida?
Hai.
Dh- I have no issues with criticizing Mr. B if I think his posts are over the line, but most of us don’t make it a policy to dictate how he runs the blog or what subjects he should cover. We’ll argue with him, but we don’t expect him to change the blog based on what we want. He covers what he wants, and he determines what he’s interested in. He lets MM write what she wants because he likes what she says and shares her interests. It is his blog and he has every right to do that.
lol Rob, You sure it wasn’t me at the door?
I’m kidding. I only worked at a few city clubs and Limelight/Avalon wasn’t one of them. I was a nice door person though.
“and those of you who are telling Benson that “it’s mr. b’s blog and he can say whatever he wants” – well that doesn’t stop you from criticizing him for what he chooses to post and some of his commentary on issues that YOU personally disagree with.”
Point taken.
I need to find a new professional calling asap. I’m getting fidgety and resorting to exercise, which sounds cool on the surface but I would much rather get obsessive about something else.
Yesterday was supposed to be my day to sleep in while the Mrs took the kids but instead I woke up at like 6:30 and put on running shoes and started running. From park slope to brooklyn heights to the b’lyn bridge into manhattan and then the next thing I know I’m in times square.
I don’t want to end up one of those people who can’t stop and the next thing they know they have crazy eyes and they’re shitting themselves in the middle of some kind of ultramarathon.