Don’t the saltwater make the frogs daid?
Woohoo! We found sushi!
It’s ironic that it’s taken so long, since we’re very close to something called Hissho Sushi, but they’re a manufacturer, supplying cafeterias and airport grab-n-go spots.
They just opened last week, but I fear they may not last all that long as they’re charging what to us, are normal prices for good quality fish, but to people around here, who haven’t had sushi in San Francisco, they’re going to be considered expensive. 
Too bad, as the maguro (and everything else) was divine. One of these days, if we manage to have a bunch of extra money burning holes in our pockets, I’d like to go there and say Omakase!
Y’all watch while I oogie out Da Bear…
Firday night, I had bambilance duty with my buddy Tollie. Whist returning to the station from a catfish dinner that couldn’t be beat, we turned the corner at an intersection and he hollered, “OHMYGAWD!!! Look at that copperhead!!!”
I was riding shotgun, and missed seeing the snake in the road because I was far too busy watching for Bambis on my side. The bambilance came to a screeching halt, he flipped on the lights, and jumped out. I went out on my side.
Sure enough, sitting in the other lane was a copperhead (note to all you furriners, a copperhead is a venomous snake native to North America; basically a rattlesnake without the rattles). It was roughly a yard/meter long, and as big around as my wrist, 10" in circumference. For copperheads, this was big.
The damned fool runs right up to it, was just about a yard away, and the snake coiled up to strike. The only thing that called Tollie off was oncoming traffic; it broke his concentration, and when he finally looked up to see the cars waiting for him to get out of the road, the snake headed for the ditch and got away.
“Oh ma-an, I wish I had my camera. That was a big, gorgeous snake.” Tollie is working on a portfolio and book of creepy critters.
“Dude, if he bit you, I’d be the one to have to haul your ass to the hospital for the antivenom, and I can’t do it alone…”
He rambled on all frikkin’ night about that snake, too… :rolleyes: 
Manly stuff I do
whiskey
guns and explosives
killing your own food (celery doesn’t count)
Gay bingo (hey - it works for a lot of the men I know 
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Harleys
Beards
Smokers (like a grill they use real flames and burning wood but you get to play with them for most of a day instead of just a couple hours)
Free weights
Bleeding knuckles from a slipped wrench
Crying when you need to and beating the snot out of anyone laughing at you for doing it
Killing spiders with your thumb
Not manly? The crap is best when its full of live active bacteria, fer Chrissakes! How much manly can you get? OK - washing it down with sour milk maybe.
I’ll get him too. Doggio got the long version of this but -------- I have this cousin on mothers side named Freddie. Cousin Freddie is the meekest little fellow you ever met. He worked in the mill as an electrician but as a sideline he hunted poisonous snakes; mostly copperheads. He would find a cottage somewhere that had basically gotten infested, buy it cheap, hunt out all the snakes and sell them, and then sell the cottage snake-free for a profit.
Some of the guys in the mill learned of this seeing him at a rattlesnake round-up (where you compete by jumping into a pool with snakes in it and grabbing them by hand) and sort of outed him. Well ------ some folks just weren’t buying this. Cousin Freddy really is like your cartoon 98 pound weakling after all. Especially bad was his foreman who was this huge Hulk Hogan type. Freddie took the flak - to a point. Then he pulled the fangs and sacs from a timber-rattler and put it in the foremans lunchbox. Hulk open the box, snake went for Hulk ------ and Cousin Freddie got fired. But to this day he says it was worth it.
Did you hear that the Polish Security Forces figured they won the whole war?
This weekend they found Bed Linen on the third floor of Macy’s!
Even though I have a perfectly good husband around, I still use a rubber husband to open jars. He’s still good for bug squishing and bed warming, though.
After reading Monkey with a Gun’s thread, I misread the title of this thread as a “A Monkey MMP”, have we had a monkey MMP? That might be fun, like a barrel of … You know.
At our house, killing things and playing with fire are the manly activities. I use the gas grill, but the charcoal one is definitely KT’s domain. Oh and general fixing things. And car things.
Where did Muppet disappear to? Wasn’t she doing a baker’s challenge kind of thing a while back? Or was that McUne? I remember someone was baking things based on a web group sometime and I wanted to ask them about that. I want to expand my baking repertoire. I tried French yogurt cake over the weekend, which is really tasty.
We were pulling out of work and had just turned the corner out of the side street. We saw a snake in the middle of the road. Now I lurve snakes: I think they are the coolest things in the universe. So I hopped out of the car to see what it was.
Copperhead.
I hopped back in the car and told my husband, “You can run over that one.”
I never see men eating yogurt or buying yogurt, if they do it’s on the downlow. You rarely see men in yogurt commercials, so I’m sticking with my “not manly” claim. Besides if we saw a man in Heidi Klum’s place slurping on a yogurt container to get every last creamy drop, it would have a whole 'nother connotation, right Swampy?
I have a very weird view of manly activities. My husband and I seem to be polar opposites of the rest of the world on a lot of things. Example:
He’s a stay at home parent, and I work outside the home.
He loves to cook. I can cook, and do it well, but he likes it more.
He loves to shop. I can’t stand to shop.
I love working out, getting outside and getting my hands dirty. He loves sitting in front of the computer.
But what makes him manly:
He can cook, clean, and do laundry.
He takes care of his mom, which is one heck of a lot harder job than I have.
He cleans up all kinds of poo.
He’s on call for school emergencies with our children, including insulin site changes, skinned knees, bruised egos, etc.
Unlike my former boyfriend, he doesn’t abuse me.
True love knows no gender roles or boundaries. True love is simply that, and everything. 
I can read about snakes all day long. I just don’t wanna see any. So There! 
I prefer to think of it this way. The reason a man would not be seen slurpin’ down a yogurt in public is because it’s unseemly. Everybody knows one slurps down beer in public. Heidi Klum (and just who is she again?) has no class!
Coyote thanks for volunteerin’ to start us off with a Monkey MMP. Just name the week you want, right gt?
ETA: First on two!
Comcast.
Comcast.
Comcast.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Still on hold Soapy?
I’m bein’ taken out to dindin tonight at the good Eyetalian night. On Monday nights they have family platters half price. YUM! I forgot to mention this earlier.
Oh and I consider it manly when OYKW treats me to dindin.
The Official SDMB Scatology Expert, Lieu (presumably knowing good BS when he sees it), encouraged me to bring over to the Manly MMP (Thanks, Swampy, for starting one!) my account of dealing with an opossum who would not stay evicted, which I posted in the Pit in response to someone else with possum problems. So here it is:
Look, the Didelphidae were hanging out in North America back when Tyrannosaurus rex went bowlin’ (or bolan) every Friday night. Of the two, T rex and D. virginiensis, guess which one survived? And you think you are their match?
I do feel sympathetic. Our old place, the one the tree fell on, one took up residence under the sink, where there was a hole to allow the sink drains access to the septic system, and they enlarged it to a 'possum entry. That 'possum lived up to our state’s slogan, “First in Flight,” briefly, thanks to my intervention (using oven mitts – you’re right about the teeth) – but unfortunately, also owing to the oven mitts, my aim was not good. I can conclusively say that an airborne possum impacting a mature longleaf pine tree trunk does more damage to the marsupial than to the conifer. (Didn’t stop him from moving back in, though.) But I can say that 'possums do enjoy a good healthy breakfast of Captain Crunch, 2% milk, and D-Con rat poison – at least that’s true once per possum. (Advice: ensure you have all small nooks and crannies a dying possum could hide in securely blocked off before fixing him this breakfast.)
Finally, let me quote, in behalf of 'possumdom, the world’s most famous 'possum, Pogo: “We have met the enemy, and they is us!”
Manly things:
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[li]Belching[/li][li]Farting[/li][li]Spitting[/li][li]Scratching[/li][/ul]
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[li]Lifting heavy things[/li][li]Doing disgusting jobs involving the plumbing[/li][li]Giving footrubs[/li][li]Bringing home chocolates[/li][/ul]
Meatloaf is baking. Smashed N.O.T. and some 'maters off the vine will accompany. And maybe some other side.
I slept well last night - hope I have another good sleep tonight.
What? You’ve never seen Project Runway? Hand in your Gay Card.
Our attempts to grow tomatos this year was an absolute bust. Think we spent about nine bucks per tomato for what we were able to grow and keep away from the wild rabbits that roam the neighborhood. And they were grape tomatos. :smack:
As it turns out, with the weather we’ve had, we did OK. Our neighbor didn’t get any at all out of two plants.
Am I the only one who thought’mushroom’ instead of ‘AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!’ ?
Yes, **BBBobbio **- you’re the only one.
BBBobbio I will not click on that link cause I know what it is. You ain’t gettin’ me to look at a snake.
gotti I did not get the flamin’ endorsement on my gay card so it’s ok I don’t know who Heidi Klum is, that yogurt suckin’ uncouth lout!
Poly (welcome to the MMP!) you shoulda caught the 'possum. You feed him out on cornbread and milk to clean him out and fatten him up and then clean and gut and bake with sweet N.O.T.. It’s a delicacy!
Dindin at the good Eyetalian place was good! Chicken parmesan and ravioli with meat sauce. There’s even leftovers for both of us for lunch tomorrow. YUM!
Hey, BooFae, I added the recipe (with a couple of parenthetical translations), but you don’t say how to prepare the aubergine. Peeled and sliced, cubed, otherwise chopped?
Wow, lots of occasional Mumpers and newbies. Your story made me giggle, Poly. (Thanks, lieu, for pointing him in our direction.)
I like the idea of a Monkey MMP…I’ll sign Wile E up momentarily.
Dinner was leftover Chinese. About to go for a walk because it’s very nice out.
Back later.
Hugs.
GT