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This. Is. So. HOT!
Hey Swampy, you know what I had for lunch yesterday? A grilled burger off my very own grill. It was 20º and the hockey game’s on… only no hockey. Or Boat Drinks. (More’s the pity.) But it was one tasty burger.
Waitaminnit. The Episcopal Church I was raised up in didn’t go for the whole transsubstantiation thing. You’re just eating the symbolic Lamb of God, so you should be cool for Lent. That’s just one of the ways that the ECofA kicks the RCC’s butt, along with ordaining women and gays. Or something. I haven’t been to church since I was eight. Feh, ignore me.
Dang these threads have taken off lately. Rue must feel like a proud poppa. I feel sort of like a bemused uncle.
So long guys, you don’t need me any more. Not that you ever did.
It is my concerted opinion that God has a sense of humor and that the above blasphemy isn’t lethal enough to pitch you into the abyss. However, if my assertion proves wrong, you will have the company of many friends in the lake of fire. I’ll find ya when I get there. 
Sides, the only person of my acquaintance who considers himself a shoe-in for Paradise is so unrelievedly (is that a word?) stuffy and self-righteous, I would probably prefer damnation to eternity with him. (Now, who’s headed for hades?)
[Homer Simpson]Mmmmmmm, bacon cheeseburger with jalapenos. Mmmmmmm[/Homer Simpson] The best damn way to eat beef!
It was fairly balmy last night so I cranked up the grill and made some barbecue chicken. I don’t want to brag, but I have perfected barbecue chicken. And not cheatin’ pre-cookin’ neither. Totally on the grill, cooked all the way through, not burnt on the outside, honest to goodness GOOD chicken. OW!! I just dislocated my shoulder pattin’ myself on the back!
Tupug (The Forsaken)
I think it’d be quicker around here to ask who isn’t! 
Rue ain’t it fun to grill out when it’s absolutely freezing cold. I love doin’ it. Course we don’t get too much of that real cold cold weather round here so I do grill year round. Matter of fact, I’m grilling pork steaks tomorrow night. I’m having a little bday gathering for this couple who are turning 55 and 46 this very weekend. The elder’s bday is actually Sunday and the younger’s is Monday so we’re celebrating on Saturday cause it’s a good night to party. And fight, according to Elton John but nobody’s gonna fight cause that’s a rule at my house. No fighting. They have to share a bday cake but they don’t mind cause they’re a couple and all. I’m also making potato salad and baked beans cause we’re decided it’s like a cook out thing we’re doing. Another friend is making some kind of drink concoction involving vodka and some other stuff. All I know is I bought a bottle of cheap vodka yesterday cause he said get the cheap stuff, it all tastes the same. Nekkid hottubing may be involved also. We’ll see. What? I don’t think I’ve said anything real TMI all week. I gotta get at least one in.
Ex transubstantiation does not figure in the teachings of the Episcopal church. So, it’s more like the Lamb of God is present in the bread and wine. I’m just thinking an occasional presence of Roast Beef or Ham of God would be a nice change. And you’re right on the fish thing. Sunday’s are “Feast Days” even during Lent so red meat is cool.
Puggy I’ll be the one sittin’ by the Lake of Fire in the beach chair with a cooler of beer next to me and a couple cases of SPF 10,000,000,000 sun block.
Swampy, the nice thing about being a Lutheran is that we can eat red meat any d*mned time we want.
You won’t be lonely in Hell. I’ll be the guy right next to you that’s so busy shaking hands with, or hugging, my friends and relatives that I won’t have time to feel the heat.
Anyone for a Hardwood Smoked Turkey of God?
Make mine the Large Cheese and Pepperoni Pizza of God, please. 
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: Aww, aren’t you sweet!
Wow, up to five pages now!
I was sick with some kind of bug for the past couple of days. I don’t know what I had but it knocked the bejeebus out of me.
Wednesday was my 19th wedding anniversary. I spent most of it in bed, sick, not having any fun. The hubby brought home some roses for me and the kids walked down to Safeway and bought me and the hubby some flowers. I have me some good kids, yes I do!
Well, we were approved for the boat, but we didn’t like the numbers and rate they came up with, so we’ll wait awhile. I think next time we’ll go through our credit union.
Well, I don’t have anything exciting to report and I haven’t eaten any good food and I haven’t made any interesting food.
I don’t have any good jokes to share either.
Well, it’s Friday and hopefully this weekend will be a nice quiet one. I’m tired of running around. I just need some quiet, do nothing, sit on my @$$ time.
Still sick. Actually, even more sick. I’m alternately freezing and boiling. I bet I have malaria- transmitted by those giant scary Canadian ice mosquitoes. Or maybe Taters infected me. That wasn’t nice.
I notice that no chocolates or gingersnaps have arrived yet. I’m counting on you guys!
Five pages is a lot. Ow. Head hurts. Should get off internet and lie down again. I re-read Jane of Lantern Hill last night, because when I’m sick my age drops dramatically. Maybe Mr. Lissar will read me The Velveteen Rabbit or The Runaway Bunny later.
First, since no one else has mentioned it, I liked VunderBob’s bad jokes.
I was just gathering my stuff up to go out to the Chinese place for lunch, and stop by the bank, when I realized that all of my cars are being used so I’m carless. Which really limits my lunch options AND puts the bank totally out of the question.
An eighteen cent part this morning cost me about $60.
I didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night. But I still woke up on my own right at the crack of five and was into the office by 6 am. Which was somewhat excessive.
We had a really good dinner last night at my friend’s yacht club. He’s the GM and he invited several of “the boys” and our spouses to dinner during a wine tasting. I’ll post the menu and wine selection here later, there were about five courses and eight different wines.
My grandmothers were named Mary and Ann, neither of which is remarkable. But Mary’s middle name was Inez. Her husband’s given name (my grandfather) was Armando. He had his names changed legally when he turned eighteen, so we always thought he was Arthur. Or maybe born as Arturro. If he hadn’t changed our family last name then my last name would be Ilizaliturri. Which might have made growing up a bit more interesting, since pretty much no one can pronounce that properly (it’s Basque, and possibly means “The Terror”). So it’s probably good it’s not on my passport. Oh, and we didn’t know that Arthur was originally Armando until after he had passed away and we went through his old papers.
Guess what my middle name is.
Don’t forget: every bunny loves some bunny sometime.
Steve?
Don’t ya think it’s kinda funny that everybody calls them “bad” jokes or puns but we all laught at them? Well, I do.
shibb, it’s not a hard one to figure out. You’d be shibb bob, right?
ex, say it isn’t so! Don’t goooooooooooo!!!
taters and lissla, you girls please keep your germies up north where they belong. We don’t want no steenkin’ germies down here.
If you leave, I quit.
Just sayin’.
That’s her! That’s the one with the freakishly misproportioned head! I never noticed her rack before, since her head is the size of her torso (classic misdirection.) And her name is Julie.
I’ve found a new lust, though. Karen, on Channel 3. I saw a picture of her on ice skates in a tight sweater. Rowr!!
Well, that could be my SDMB middle name, I suppose, but my real middle name is
Arthur. After my grandfather. But it’s a bit of a sham, since he real first name wasn’t Arthur. Okay, legally it was, but it seems a bit of a ripoff. Maybe I’ll change my middle name to Armando to throw everyone off.
(Put in Spoilers box for those playing along at home).
Ah, Ex, don’t be a dobbin, or a humorless grump!
(See, someone reads your posts…)
We still need you! Somebody has to be bemused.
Sternvogel, new posters to the MMP get a free chandelier! Just contact FCM.
This is kind of embarassing.
I just meant this week. I’ll be busy over the weekend and I expected to be really busy at work today and unable to post. It obviously didn’t work out that way.
Oh, no, don’t leave us for the weekend… we need you!
- Shibb, who’s getting damned hungry.