jeaton01 wrote: |
Oh, man, whatever you do don't dis da dog! Ever since we had that great sausage the other day there's been no cats to chase the rats, and tho' da dog be slow, he's all we got! Red white and blue food? Surely a simple plate of vanilla ice cream with a topping of red peppers and blueberries will do the trick. And the Admiralty did not without doo deeliberation pass the task off to the dog, as he did (or is that was?) volunteer(ed) and on this reeking wreck we have little o' that, and besides with this exalted rank had been destowed on me, well there is decorum to be considered, and until the grandkids return the ladder I am a little treed, sadly. |
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Mr. Summit, report smartly! I want a detail to go up the mast and rescue the flag officer. Three men with dirks in their teeth, and yes a dirk is a knife, the fourth with a clean pair of Depends.
Return him to the cabin immediately, the stew is on the bubble.
Has anyone seen Bruno?
Here are early results of the great RWB cookoff, and more to follow.
(While we wait for the piccies to download on Picassa, the Giants are beating the Astros 13-0. In the third. In the third. 13-0. Not Americas team, I guess. Wait, let me look. 13-0. In the 3rd.)
First to be cooked; the Teriyaki sandwich fixin's for the parade tomorrow. Add cole slaw with sesame oil to these bad boys, on those rolls and serve.
Giants 13, stars 0, bottom 4.
Next, the split dog cheddar spread, fries and Texas beans (Giants still winning) platter of junk, but it's the weekend and yes that dog is worried.
Last, the celebrity (OMG what a boob) chef who claims this mess, expressing her credentials.
See you on the 4th, men.