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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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My last experience with deep fried cheese was the beginning of a lovely 24 hours so here goes.

See I’d gone to eat burgers with my sister at Huey’s so we’d naturally had fried mozarella sticks. They were lovely. After dining on deep fried cheese, it was only natural we’d start talking about Elvis. So I got roped in to helping her out at this party at Elvis’s first house in Memphis the next day. Her friend(I seem to be having trouble with the difference between fried and friend, is that a problem?) Anyway, like I was saying, this house was Elvis’s first, and it’s been redecorated to look like it did in the 50’s. It’s got Elvis memorabilia all over it.

I may be the only doper who can say she’s used Elvis’s toilet.
-Lil

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No, you’re not worthy… yet, but you’ve made a good start. I’ll be keeping an eye on you to let you know when you reach worthiness. I do have a good feeling about your potential, so there’s that.

Rue, there are no bumpers on boats, hence no bumper stickers. There are fenders, which some people call bumpers, but they’re not real yachty people - they’re yachty wannabes. We laugh at them behind their backs. Or astern of their transoms, as we yachty folk say. Ergo, there are no bumper stickers. However, the boat rocks a lot because it’s, you know, in water, which isn’t a solid platform for anything, except when it gets really cold. So if it’s windy, or a boat goes by, or we move from port to starboard or back, there’s rocking. And I know that’s not what you meant, but I’m being coy.

Bumb, I have no problem with you visualizing me nekkid or in bubble wrap, but conjuatin’ visualizin’ is just wrong on so many levels. Incidentally, tonight, we’re not on the boat - we’re at Mom’s house. Tomorrow morning, we start packing tools that no one else wanted - we get the leftovers of my dad’s stuff.

percypercy, you’ve got great worthiness potential also. Yeah, I know, it’s a big thrill for you to get such a compliment from me, but I mean it.

Hi, Kallessa andEx - didn’t want you to feel left out! And swampy, I might consider attending a SwampFest, depending upon the date and how long a drive it is from me. I think it may be too far, which sucks swampwater, but I would come if it isn’t too terrible far.

Incidentally, even tho I linked to West Marine, and some of you know my name is West, let me say now that there’s no connection. We’ve tried to play off the name and get a discount, but no joy. So anyway, I don’t want anyone thinking I’m promoting a family business, because I’m not. I do work with a Westerbeke, same family that makes the diesel engines. I think I need to do a little schmoozing - we could use a new engine.

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FCM, I protest! thou doest slander me unfairly! I never said I was visualizing you conjugating, on a boat or elsewhere! I said I was jealous that you got to conjugate on a boat. An experience I most heartily recommend to landlubbers one and all, especially female landlubbers.
I never, never, never visualize my friends conjugating, anywhere. I’d never be able to look them in the eye again without laughing, (or something).
See, that’s the kinda guy I am. Even my impure thoughts are polite.
No, I was visualizing Kallessa nekkid, swathed in bubble wrap. It’s the polite thing to do.

Oh, and welcome percypercy. Do you prefer to be visualized with or without bubble wrap? I wish only to please.

-Bumba, (politely)

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At this juncture, I feel compelled to come to the defense of feta cheese. I love the stuff. Mmm mmmm mmm. Everything’s good with feta cheese on it, which as you may know, is made from goat milk. Goats are much easier to milk than buffalo, or bison for that matter. I wouldn’t go near a bison fer anything. Like Memphis, we have a herd of buffalo in Kentucky, featured on the Amazing Interesting Program Kentucky Life, one of my projects and mentioned frequently in these hee-yah threads. At any rate, Mr. Buffalo Ranch Owner discussed the dangerousness and general rowdiness of your average buffalo, enough to impress upon me the wisdom of never going near the things, much less milking them.

But back to feta. For a several-month period, several years ago, I ate for dinner nearly every night, a big giant plate of rice and blackeye peas, topped with feta cheese. Along with a piece of fruit and a slimfasty type thing for lunch, this is what I consumed and lost the 50+ pounds I acquired along with the acquistion of my daughter.

-Ellen (diet guru)

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I’ll leave the choice of bubble wrap wear to you, ** Bumb **. As this point I should mention that my sad little mind did have me wrapped in Velveeta if that helps you at all. It is nice and pliable and edible though sadly not see-thru.

So milking the bison is out? I kinda thought so, seeing as how their pasturemates are longhorn cattle. I don’t wanna be gored. No sirree. That’s not in my lifeplan.
-Lil

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“Sidney, I believe the bison milk has killed the thread!”
*puff … puff … puff * (pushing the luggage cart with 16 cases of Sarsparilla from thread to thread…) “Yes, sir.”

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Hum… Percy[sup]2[/sup], perhaps we should get together and see if between us, we can, elevate one of our potentials?!?!:smiley:

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Wyatt , You are very wise. If we work together, we may be able to reach our full potential someday. Or alas, we may both fall at the wayside, never to be remembered again, such is the way of the MMP society, I believe. :o

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Well to truly adhere to the MMP Society Rules ™

You should be over in the NEW MMP thread. I figured I’d warn y’all before Rue came in with the broom to chase ya over there and outta here :slight_smile: