10-17-2007, 07:09 AM | #322 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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Interestingly, this is the profile pic on facebook for one of my best friends. I think she would make a good match for GH.
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12-07-2007, 04:09 PM | #333 (permalink) |
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I could be a new and improved (not radiated or gbh'd)
ingrediant. unsulphered of course. ssshhh....don't tell..it is a long kept secret...guys will make passes, at gals who cook with molasses. So much for the sauce idea. Last edited by ring; 12-07-2007 at 04:18 PM.. |
01-03-2008, 04:32 PM | #346 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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Perhaps it is not weak and misguided. Perhaps it is just stronger than your other flanges and points true.
Perhaps it is trying to tell you something that your weaker fingers cannot (or dare not). "Ask not at whom the fickle finger points. The finger points at you."
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01-15-2008, 01:27 PM | #347 (permalink) |
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My finger points to the truth!
It's no longer a secret and has been replaced by a new one...RATS! They now flourish in my attic. After consulting with the very expensive experts on rat warfare I have concluded that I will conduct the distasteful police action on my own. Certainly there will be a period of violence when I lose myself in the dusty jungle of my attic. Heavily laden with snap traps, my peanut butter painted face will hardly be recognizable to my loved ones as they avert their wide-eyed gaze from my blood-stained necklace of ears on a cord woven from the severed tails of furry terrorists. Feel free to give me your suggestions as how to successfully accomplish my mission. I hope that soon we shall drink wine together from the tiny chisel-toothed skulls of my hated enemy. THERE WILL BE BLOOD! (and possibly pics) |
01-16-2008, 11:15 AM | #350 (permalink) |
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Ahoy!
First you get the cat to get the rat and then the dog to get the cat and then a snake to get the dog and then an elephant to get the snake and then a rat to get the elephant. My attic is not large enough for such a menagerie. I will stick to death by archaic spring technology. They'll get SPRUNG! But the Rodent War has begun with an ill omen... My entire household of ladies came to work yesterday and took me home early with the explicit demand that I crawl beneath the house and eliminate the sickly sweet smell of death that had begun to permeate the house through the floor. It was just an Opossum playing dead. He stayed in character all the way to the dumpster. Have I angered some small urban animal god? |
02-01-2008, 01:32 AM | #355 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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Stuffed Possum
POSSUM 1 possum (whole) 1 qt. cold water 1/8 cup salt 5 beef bouillon cubes 2 bay leaves 3 celery stalks (chopped) 2 onions (sliced) 1 bag packaged stuffing Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Soak possum in cold salt water for 10 hours. Rinse meat in cold water and refrigerate 2-4 hours. Prepare stuffing according to package directions. Stuff possum cavity with prepared packaged stuffing. Close cavity tightly. Place stuffed possum in roasting pan, add water, bouillon cubes, bay leaves, celery and onion. After 2 hours turn meat. Reduce heat to 300 degrees. Cook for 1 more hour. Test roast, if not done reduce heat and cook until done.
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02-01-2008, 06:07 AM | #356 (permalink) |
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Don't forget a splash of hot sauce added when you turn the temperature down.
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02-08-2008, 11:45 AM | #358 (permalink) |
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Dearest Ring,
I am sending my carriage over to take you to my castle for a visit. You do not need to pack. I have included an outfit for the evening's celebration. I hope I have sized you correctly. As mentioned before, don't speak to the driver. Looking forward to seeing you, -GH Last edited by Giant Hamburger; 02-08-2008 at 12:51 PM.. |
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