Hey swampy, when’s dinner?
I’ll bring some beer.
Shibb I ain’t a persnicketty bear so I just hold the can in my big ol’ front paws and drink right from the can. You are right about me being so darn cute in the Lazy Boy slurpin’ beer tho. 
Zap! I’ll start whipping up a batch of my special okra right now. Bring on the beer. [sub]WOOHOO! Free Beer![/sub]
Only if you have 144 of them.
Nyah!
No, you’re not a huge much of anything. Yer just little and petite and just so derned cute. Even if you don’t drink beer in your front paws just to get more for free.
I don’t think I quite hit 1600 before the… troubles Shibb. But I did clear 1500 by a good bit. But if I post just to sign the post before that I forgot to the first time, that would help me hop right up there.
Of course I should have had multiple posts right here instead of being all tricky and having multiple quotes in one post. But sometimes I just like to look clever.
And no more of those hijacks li’l percypercy, or I’ll wag my finger at you. You don’t want that.
-Rue.
Maybe Poysyn was hit by some stray gamma rays and mutated into a huge tomato person. I’ve been playing Ottomatic(sp?) on my computer at home and these huge, mutant tomato people keep trying to bop me on the head. The onion guys are more frightening, though, but the cornmen, with their popcorn guns have been the most trouble. So anyway, I’m steering clear of her, just in case she is now a huge tomato person.
We have some super aloe plants, so add them to your list. We also grow some of the most beautiful wimmins in the whole damn world.
ShibbOleth - I am not at this time a huge tomato person. However, in a few months, let’s say two or three, I may be round and rolly poly like a tomato.
LouisB, you sweet-talker you…
One year, during a spasm of energy, my mother and I decided to try our hand at tomatoes. Since we didn’t have room for a garden per se, we decided to plant them among the bushes that line the front of the house.
All we did was put down 25 pounds of new topsoil and planted 6 beefsteak plants. My father swore they would never amount to anything.
Our energy spent with the planting, we just left the things alone, no fertilizer, insecticide or watering the rest of the summer. They took off a bit more than we imagined. We had so many, we were giving them away to strangers going down the street.
The funny thing is, the bushes that grow there aren’t doing that well. All but two have died, and they look pretty sickly this year. Go figure.
So far I’ve had about a dozen little orange cherry tomatoes and they were might tasty. I’ve got a bunch of paste tomatoes (I coulda sworn they were real but go figure) stuck at the green stage. That’s what I get for buying counterfeits I suppose.
Oh, and I have a grand total of one lousy soybean pod. With three little soybeans inside. Whoohoo. This is apparently due to the fact that the squirrels find soybean plants extremely pleasing to their little rodent palate. Oh, well, at least I have plenty of gorgeous basil. I shall be making the glorious pesto tonight. 
I also have squirrels with fantastic cholesterol levels.
I might have fresh tomatoes this year. Not that I have any tomato plants in my garden (or even a garden), but our downstairs neighbor is moving and said that we can have any tomatoes from their plants after they move out that we want.
I’d KILL for a decent home-grown tomato!
Really, I would! I’m on the edge these days…
All I can get here are these barely ripe hydroponic tomato substitutes that are barely sammich worthy… and don’t get me started on the bacon these people have!:eek:
Oh, I wouldn’t say THAT, ShibbOleth, in fact I find I follow Rue’s train of thought quite easily. Guess it takes a sort of convoluted mind. I’d say its a gift, but that would be wrong…its would be it’s. And you’re would be your. AT least it would be the first time. Not the second time, though.[sub]OW! Don’t hit me, I couldn’t resist! [/sub]
MMM, tomatoes. Okay, I don’t think Homer would ever say that (he tends more toward floor pie and the ilk), but eating them as swampbear described is so great. So I guess I would say MMM, tomatoes. Well, I would say it at least twice.
Now, about this free beer thing. Free beer for everyone, that’s what I say. Well, if you don’t drink you don’t have to have the free beer. See, it’s the freedom to choose that really separates from the animals, I say. Not so much the traditions. Well, except for the freedom-to-choose tradition. I mean, sure, it’s illegal to embezzle millions of dollars (well, probably, embezzling even one dollar is illegal, but they might let you slide), but I could still choose to do it. Okay, what was I talking about?
Right, free beer. Sure. I say 'bears and **Zap!**s only get some if they share that concotion mentioned above. In return, I’ll bring the best thing a woman can do with tomatoes. Besides that, you weirdoes. You know, I’ll slice them and some red onion, put 'em on a plate with a bit of buffalo mozzarella and some balsamic vinegar. Yeah, that’s the ticket. It’s more of a wine thing, I guess, but beer is much more thirst quenching. Yeppers.
bristlesage I got plenty of okra here. Zap! and me are pretty easy goin’ so we’ll share the beer.
Mozzarella comes from buffaloes? I thought only tiny little wings came from buffaloes.
FCM - and all this time I thought you were growed up here in Merryland!
Poor Zap - offers free beer in exchange for dinner, and then finds out dinner consists of okra.
The wife and I have already had BLTs with tomatoes off the vine. Our Fourth of July tomato plant produced by the advertised date, with smallish but ripe and juicy tomatoes. The bigger tomatoes on the other plants are just now starting to turn color.
bristlesage: tomatoes with mozzarella and balsamic vinegar - serious yummy!!
RTFirefly, you dare disparage the POD of GOD?
Might I suggest you invest in a few bazillion cases of the highest spf sunblock you can find? Yer gonna need where yer headin’.
bristlesage- have I told you that I love you? I’ll not only bring the beer, I’ll stop at DiBruno’s and get some fresh wet scamorze to share with the salad you’re making. Mmmmm. . .scamorze with fresh tomatoes, oil, fresh garlic, and basil. . . better stop before the drooling shorts out the keyboard.
swampy-don’t worry, there’s plenty of beer. I flipped down the back seat of the Custom Cruiser and filled the cargo hold. Yuengling Lager for everybody!
Might want to put it in the fridge for awhile first, though. I don’t think bears would like warm beer very much.
RT-what the hell did okra ever do to you? I myself happen to think that okra is a delicious taste treat and a fine addition to any meal. I look forward to consuming a prodigious amount of it when I take my vacation in Tennessee and Alabama next month.
Swampy, if I ask nice can we take some of that okra, roll it in cornmeal and flour and deep fry it? I’d be ever so grateful. I haven’t had any good deep-fried okra since the last Church’s Fried Chicken in Philadelphia closed up.
RTF, I did spend my formative years in Merryland, but as long as I’m consigned to the flat, sandiness that is the penis of the nation, I shall take any perceived compliment that appears in my vicinity. Yeah, it’s pathetic - so what? I’m [sub]temporarily[/sub] spouseless - I’ll take what I can get where I can get it! So hush, you!
Real, honest-to-Og, Italian mozzarella is made from water buffalo milk. Supposedly, there are more water buffaloes in Italy than in any other country outside of Southeast Asia. I’ve never heard the expression “buffalo mozzarella” before, but I’ll bet it means “mozzarella made from water buffalo milk.”
Or did you already know that? Just like me, to get whooshed again.
“It’s” meaning “it is” is a contraction. All contractions have apostrophes. Ergo, “it’s” meaning “it is” must have an apostrophe.
Or looking at it the other way around, “its” meaning “belonging to it” is the same sort of word as “his” meaning “belonging to hi . . . er, him.” “His” does not have an apostrophe and neither does “its” when it has a meaning parallel to “his”.