Not unless a miracle happens, eh? 
Bluepony, you’ve done a good deed by cheering me up. That should whack at least a couple hundred Hail Marys off your list. 
Where do you live, Bluepony? I only ask because I have to swing by at some point and beat the ever-lovin’ snot outta you for posting a mention of medium rare steak at the end of this day when I am friggin starving.
ARGH!
Forgive my rapid descent from the sublime to the very mundane, but don’t sweat getting through the Gates of Heaven, Bluepony. You must have the metabolism from hell to get through standard doorways!
Okay, you exercise…but Monica Lewinsky at a pork rind cookoff, you just happily guzzled in a few gigazillion calories as a matter of routine!
Here I was about to suggest Ramen noodles with veggies, a spritz of lemon and dash of cayenne for the Lenten folks. Then you totally threw me off with the purple stuff in your desk. All I could think of was the thread about working over stud show dogs with purple stuff on their tongues and fake testicles.
Are we fighting ignorance yet?
Shaken,
Veb
Currently, I’m 5’7, 165. I have the metabolism of a blast furnace. Plus, I use Tabasco sauce like ketchup. My wife hates me because she has to watch what she eats. I am not a person to hang around if you are on a diet.
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren ZevonOkay, Bluepony, it’s explained and totally understandable now.
TABASCO RULES!
Well, maybe not totally understandable in pure metabolic and weight terms. Let’s just say you eat like an 8 yr. old in quantity but with much deeper tastes. (We are tactfully ignoring the purple gunk in your desk drawer.)
Soooo…have you gotten pseudo-snobby about hot sauce yet? I personally still regard Tabasco Classic (the original Big Red) as the benchmark, but there’s a certain sophisticated, insouciant joy in dribbling the green jalepeno Tabasco on French Toast and/or eggs.
Huh? Oh? The OP? Right, right…
Sorry, back to Lent. (Hint: whatever you can eat, put Tabasco on it.)
Carry on.
Veb
Sigh…I gave up sweets for Lent. Not just chocolate, but all sweets, including gum. I don’t think I’m gonna make it…
I guess I’m just better off living with my inner tensions.
—Snoopy
Veb, Bluepony you guys crack me up
I gave up felching for lent. Ok, not a big sacrifice, but I’m sure I won’t break it.
If you have two full meals and one light meal do you go to hell? I could say something about how utterly retarded all of this is, but I think it speaks for itself.
What the hell? That’s more than I eat on a normal day! :eek:
You guys have to have new rules regarding fasting if all it means is you cut out the sausages at breakfast!
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Veb,
I have tried that green Tabasco, you’re right, it has it’s place in my food chain, but not when I crave real hot sauce.
It’s cool because you can gross out people with it. Green Tabasco, if you can find it at restaurants, adds an extraterrestrial look to anything you’re eating at the moment. It’s pepper factor is, sadly, a bit less than the traditional red. I love it with eggs like you do. It’s because one of my favorite childhood books was Green Eggs And Ham, save for my stint in the military, I haven’t actually seen a way to truly create this dish until they came out with Tabasco Green.
Sorry about hijacking this thread. I usually make up for my venial misdemeanors by adding a little something to the collection plate. You know how Catholic guilt is. Yesterday’s Ash Wednesday Massacre is gonna cost me!
By the way, that purple shit was tentatively identified by my wife as some fruit (I’m hoping it was grape) chewie snacks that my kid left in my desk. I really need to positively ID stuff I eat.
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren ZevonAll I want to know is WHY do they call it a “fast” when it goes by so SLOW?
Funny story:
I was in line at McDonald’s behind 3 priests. They were discussing what they wanted to order, and one of them decided on the Quarter Pounder meal. I then reminded him that it was Friday. He looked a little dejected.
The three of them order their meals (sans beef). While they’re waiting to the side, I order the Double Quarter Pounder meal. They look at me, I shrug and say, “Sorry, I’m Methodist.”
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.