I think that’s my job 
Shiner Bock is great if you like the taste of sweat. 
I’ve had one or another brand of bock before. I’m sure that the Shiner is good stuff!
And, yes, there’s some good beer around up here. Quite a few years ago, B.C. changed the law to encourage small breweries, and their stuff is mostly great. (I will refrain from comment on beer flavoured with blackberries or other strange things.) The big breweries are even pretty good, but it’s still possible to find stuff that’s only drinkable if you’re drunk already.
I remember singing that song at summer camp. They never told us what the “filled fruit jar” was filled with, though…
So now I’m going to pretend you were asking seriously.
Once, a long time ago, I made a big pot of filé gumbo loaded with crab, oysters, shrimp, etc… probably a $75 pot of gumbo…and I couldn’t find ANYONE willing to drop their lame sunday plans and come have some. I was hurt and angry and swore a vow never to cook gumbo for anyone again. So no, I’m afraid there will not be gumbo.
I might be persuaded to make a crawfish pie, though. they’re really good, and I have a reliable source of crawfish meat. If you guys can convince Grace to make out with me at the party I’ll stir myself and make one.
FTR, Grace - mead is REALLY good. I had some when I was down there. 
Dammit, I wanna see y’all again. I need to live closer or something.
FINALLY!!! At last she realizes what should have been obvious all along.
You could have Cheffie cooking for you, and instead you settle for that D.C. drinking water that’s “dangerous only to children and the elderly.”
It’s no shame not to be from Dallas, Falcon… the only shame is in not getting here as soon as you can.
Uh, I feel a cold sore coming on. Yeah, that’s it. And, uh, it’s one of those kind that lasts a month. Yep, a 30-day cold sore. Making out is out of the quesiton. I wouldn’t want you to get it.
Ooooohhhh. Cheffie. Rejected. Rejectorama. Rejectoruski. Bummer.
Hmmm… i see none of you all are doing anything like going out for halloween… eh, neither am i. i have a rather important project due tomorrow.
<sigh>
oh well, back to work. :rolleyes:
I’d be getting a lot more done around here if these kids didn’t keep knocking on my door. They’re coming in mobs and can’t be stopped. What the hell do they want?
I’ll have you know I had a very important job this evening. I was responsible for giving neighborhood children enough sugar to keep their parents up for the next 6 months.
It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.
Turn your lights off, they might stop.
They’re there to extort candy from you in return for their NOT turning you into a Faerie Princess
Are you serious? When I lived across the street, I never had any kids. You sure there’s not a sign taped to your door that says “knock if you want porn”?
You think I should take that sign down? I figured the little buggers couldn’t read.
And Palmyra, what wrong with being a Faerie Princess? As long as I drink my Canadian beer and scratch my faerie nuts nothing bothers me. I’ll regret this tomorrow, I’m sure, but tomorrow’s a long time from now. Actually it’s not. I’ve had a long day. I’m going to bed and ending this hackjob of a post. Good night.
It really DID kind of hurt my feelings. I mean, I didn’t really expect her to make out with me at the party, but the way she rejected me shows that she doesn’t care about my feelings enough to come up with a plausible reason.
I can come up with only two ways to read this that allow me to salvage any pride:
a) she really hates crawfish pie, so much that she’s willing to stifle her deep desire to make out with me in order to ensure that no crawfish pie will be at the party; or
b) she is putting up a front to keep the rest of you from knowing about the way she wants me, and she wants to make out some OTHER time.
Unfortunately, I’m not as self-deluding as I used to be, and neither of those scenarios rings true. So I’m back to thinking that she just doesn’t want me OR respect me. Blast.
How can I make jambalaya now? It’s a dish that requires happiness AND self-confidence to come out right.
Don’t worry, Cheffie. You can feel happy and confident about how the rest of us will react to your jambalaya.
And Grace can share the scorched part you were going to give to Balance. (I hear that a little charcoal cures cold sores right away!)
Sigh… no, it’s no use. I’ll just throw together some baloney sandwiches for everyone and then go sit in the dark and eat wet cigarette butts while I bemoan the fact that I repel women.
(say, you guys don’t think she’s turning down the chance to make out with me because she and I are both married to other people, do you? Nahhh… it can’t be a little thing like that…)
Nah…that COULDN’T be it, Cheffie.
Awwwww honey. You know as well as I do that it was Option B. Besides, I don’t want JimB to be upset that I’m making out with someone other than him.
So you’re saying you want to make out some other time, huh?
Yeah. Sure. Probably the 17th Noneday in the month of Neverember.
Where are those cigarette butts?