There can never be enough with the tea, thank you Cluricaun. Thus spake the Brit.
Waves packet in the air
Fresh from Waitrose, get them whilst they’re still warm. Jam? Cream?
Begins to munch on high tea
Nom nom nom. Anyway, I’m really glad this thread has been started because I don’t really get the big the meltdown going on in the Pit; you can’t move in there for people throwing themselves on their swords. Sure the new Pit rules are a bit different to what we had before, but I’m with everyone else who doesn’t feel a need to tear into other people online for feel complete as a human being.
I guess folks need something to freak about about given that the earth has failed to fall into the sun since Obama got elected, as was being prophesied.
First a swig from the hip flask, because, god help me I just waded through the first 8 pages of the meltdown. I wanted to inject what I considered some common sense and didn’t want to speak without having read through the thread. I did give up. Really should have checked how many pages it was before I started.
I have never posted in the pit although I read there quite a bit. That’s all I have to say about THAT. OK Maybe one more sip from the flask…
Now Here’s what else I brought. Cold milk, thin mints (yes the girl scout cookies) and creamy peanut butter. Thin mints with peanut butter on them… It’… it’s… sob… beautiful
Is it inapproriate here to pull up a lawn chair and watch all of the tea-swilling?
It’s much more calming than watching those whose undies are bunching over not knowing precisely, to the exact adverb, how insulting they are permitted to be.
I’ll have some English Breakfast with honey if someone’s brewed a pot.
Somebody made a big OMG WAAAH WAAAH WAAAH post about it in the SDMB community in LJ. It made me realize that the suffering of victims of famine and torture is nothing compared to the plight of Dopers who think they can’t say dirty words in the Pit.
All the sugar is making me woozy – I made a big pot of spaghetti and meatballs, and a salad. If someone would run down to the corner bakery and get one or two of those long crusty loaves of bread, we’d be set for dinner.
Yeah, there’s this thing called a rat’s ass, which I don’t give any of. Can’t be hurtful and insulting to to people any more? Welcome to civilization. Bathroom’s on the left.
Any donuts left? I can use our new computerized coffee maker and put in a pseudo-milk packet and a pseudo- espresso packet to produce a pseudo-cappuccino. What the hell, it’s free.
My garden is going to be late this year since we’re spending most of April in Europe. I can cope. We got some nice broccoli and cauliflower out of our garden this winter, the spinach is about ready to pick, and the leeks are coming along. Plus I cleared a section, got rid of the roots, so I have more room. And this section has an actual sprinkler!
hears distant shouting Oh that. I’ve been doing on-line flame wars for 34 years, and I think I deserve a pension at this point.
I’m glad that I read the whole thread before posting because I almost said the exact same thing when I read it. I’m going to have to go out and find a girl scout somewhere that can sell me thin mints. So far, not having access to coworkers kids’ cookies is the only drawback I’ve found to retirement.
I have too much on my RL plate to enter too much into the fray. I am sitting here on the sidelines, shaking my head over the need to fix things that aren’t broken and all.