Just sitting here in my cubby, doing what I do for money, when all of a sudden I get this massive craving for a big old chunk of red meat. And pepper butter-sauteed mushrooms. And a monster baked potato. And…beer.
What can this possibly mean?
WAG? It’s called ‘hunger pangs’! Forget whatever you were doing, and head for sustenance immediately.
You are a man.
Let’s go hunt dinner! Anyone else in?
You’ve come down with “ribeye cravitis” and the only cure is the application of a large hunk of charred cow. In a pinch, a few medium rare loin lamb chops would be a good substitute.
I’m right there with you, but I’m dirt poor so I’m going to head over to the local pub and grab a burger and a couple beers.
I have to go to Weight Watchers and get weighed, but after that it’s pork chop and potatoes for me (allowed on the Core plan). Ah, meat!
[QUOTE=Inigo Montoya]
Just sitting here in my cubby, doing what I do for money, when all of a sudden I get this massive craving for a big old chunk of red meat. And pepper butter-sauteed mushrooms. And a monster baked potato. And…beer.
What can this possibly mean?
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We’re having some beautiful Porterhouses for dinner tonight… grilled medium-rare, just a little salt and pepper…
mmmmmm
[QUOTE=Inigo Montoya]
Just sitting here in my cubby, doing what I do for money, when all of a sudden I get this massive craving for a big old chunk of red meat. And pepper butter-sauteed mushrooms. And a monster baked potato. And…beer.
What can this possibly mean?
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There are times when the inner caveman has to have his due.
C’mon man, grab that spear and let loose the dogs!
Damn - now you got me wanting it…
[QUOTE=Belrix]
There are times when the inner caveman has to have his due.
C’mon man, grab that spear and let loose the dogs!
Damn - now you got me wanting it…
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Dude…where in Denver are you? I’m in Lonetree. You got a grill?
Whatever you do, do NOT cover yourself in BBQ sauce and look in your neighbors basement for food.
Damn it, now I’m craving a 18 oz. New York strip medium rare. But I’ll be settling for some leftover pasta in the fridge.
Aw, man… now you’ve got me craving cow too!
And the wifey IM’d me a while ago and said “Curry rice for dinner?”
Curry rice? CURRY RICE?? WTF?
I sighed, and IM’d back, “OK”
It means you have to go find this guy.
From Star Trek Next Generation episode Deja Q:
Q: “Ow, I think.”
Dr. Beverly Crusher: “Now what?”
Q: “There’s something wrong with my stomach.”
Beverly: “It hurts?”
Q: “It’s making noises.”
Beverly: "Maybe you’re hungry."
(bolding mine)
Wait, aren’t you a vegetarian? Or am I mixing you up with another Doper?
Can you go hunt a wild tofubeest? Or perhaps a brandy-speckled seitan?
For the record…
the Porterhouses were fine… mmmmm
[QUOTE=IvoryTowerDenizen]
We’re having some beautiful Porterhouses for dinner tonight… grilled medium-rare, just a little salt and pepper…
mmmmmm
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If you were not going to burn them I’d join you.
[QUOTE=brownie55]
If you were not going to burn them I’d join you.
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You’d rather they were bloody and mooing? 
[QUOTE=IvoryTowerDenizen]
You’d rather they were bloody and mooing?
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Does the cooking term “black and blue” strike a familiar note?
[QUOTE=IvoryTowerDenizen]
You’d rather they were bloody and mooing?
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Hell yeah! Tell me this: has anybody ever cut themselves by accident, stopped the blood dripping by sucking on it, and then said ‘eww, that tastes nasty’?