Is anyone else restraining themselves in regards to the whipped cream? I’m sorry, but when I think of spray whipped cream, I get a little evil look in my eye…
:dubious:
Heck, I can’t walk by the dairy case without blushing, scout.
Today is an absolutely gorgeous day. The sort that just begs you to play hooky from work. But, le sigh, I am here neck deep in awkward, grumpy teenagers. The good news is that I’ll be able to do as I please tomorrow-- yay for weekends!
I wonder if the host of that show lost his wedding ring inside that horse?
Thanks–my oh-so-busy co-worker is apparently sitting in his office with the door shut reading his e-mails (and the sports news, I’m sure, it’s the only reason he goes on line).
As for voting, Lissla, I could probably arrange to have you vote in this elelction (if you know what I mean), but I’ll be happy if you promise to vote in the next Candian elelction.
You know, it is easy to make chocolate whipped cream, and then you can play with the consistency–very creamy, kinda slick, almost butter. I’m just saying.
Well.
Is it warm in here?
No, the host was wearing shoulder-length plastic gloves - or maybe they just pulled an old bread bag over his arm. In any event, he didn’t report any breakage, so I’m assuming he didn’t have to do any deep-cleaning of his fingernails.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, according to this program, the innards of a mare’s nether regions is “soft and warm” - work that into idly cocktail party chit-chat! 
And for those keeping track, I now have a working dishwasher installed, my pantry is complete (well, except for door pulls) and we’re about halfway through installing the pulls on the cabinets. We’re about to dash to Lowe’s yet again, this time for a roll-out trash can bin for under the sink. Laterz!
I am opposed to involving whipped cream- or any dessert type condiment- in sex, because I am very opposed to having to wash the sheets more often than necessary. I hate laundry. It is one of the many ways that I am very stodgy and no fun at all. So the rest of you can have all the whipped-cream-for-recreational-purposes you like. I am generous that way.
Sort of on topic, one of Quasi-Daughter’s roommates (not the one pictured) kept her chocolate bodypaint in the communal fridge. Qasi-Daughter and Other Roommate thought that was a bit gross.
Was this too TMI for the MMP?
Lissla, I can understand the eeewww factor. It makes no sense if the jar is clean and nobody’s mistaking it for the Nutella, but still; eeww. Plus, I like that you worry about TMI in a thread that’s discussed horsey booty.
Well I should hope so! If your mare’s innards aren’t warm, she’s dead. And if your mare’s innards aren’t soft, you’re on that darn carousel again.
Gee, thanks, Bumb - now I’ve got a mental image of riding the carousel at Disney up to my shoulder in a horse’s nethers…
:eek:
It occurred to me that that was a stupid thing to worry about.
Trying to artificially inseminate a carousel horse. Ouch. Trying to inseminate a carousel horse. Ouch ouch.
Oh, at work, I found out about a kind of parasitic fish. It (I think) lodges in other fishies’ gills, then puts out backwards spines to keeps itself in position. It finds fishies by sensing uric acid in the water.
Never, ever pee in the streams in South America, okay? The book said, "The fish is never removed without surgery. :eek: