Aah, yes! A good friend of mine from Louisiana is Cajun, and he is one of the best cooks I know! Fresh everything, bought on the dock that same day.
Aah, yes! A good friend of mine from Louisiana is Cajun, and he is one of the best cooks I know! Fresh everything, bought on the dock that same day.
Forget the prawns...give me a bucket of crayfish!!!
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
. . . sure! I'm certainly no expert on Cajun cooking. Unless we can count eating it. Names? Bah! not necessary.
We must be careful not to alienate our American male members who might be more inclined to a 1920s speakeasy environment than an 1890s gentlemen's club in London. After all, there is a great difference between Blackjack and Poker and Bridge or Whist. Now don't get me wrong, I happen to think that the Gentlemen's club is comensurate with the invention of the wheel but, in the era of the internet, we must be prepared to broaden the scope of the Bloke's domain to include men from all parts of the globe.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Atheist...if you are from NZ...wouldn't it be more proper to say trans-Pacific humor...and what kind of humor is that exactly?
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
The tales of the terribleness of some Glasgow pubs is legendary and, as someone who has experienced them personally, you are in a position of being able to underline just how bad they are. But how do you feel about belonging to a male preserve that has leather armchairs and Mozart being played by a string quartet?
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Oh God. If that had been my wife that would have been the end of the marriage. I think he ought to consider himself lucky.
Reminds me of a story of a guy who was on continuous business travel for years. He would go back home every so often and every once in a while I would see him at the travel location. I would go every there for a week's time every other month or so, but he was there for like a month at a time. One day I cought up with him and he told me his marriage was on the ropes. I figured it was because he was away so often. It turns out the girl he was meeting up with on his travel got angry he broke up with her and mailed her bright red underwear to his wife with a note that said something like, "for old times sake."He had a lot of explaining to do.
Lipstick and powder?
Actually the wife is cooking. And complaining. I forgot to take the garbage out last night and she was pissed. She actually sent me an email to work.
Would have been interesting. I can keep my nose clean but I would probably need a local to be with.![]()
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
LOL!Then again, I'm no ordinary 17 year old girl.
Let's just say I was 'one of the guys' when I was younger.
In fact, I still think I am!
Sorry, I don't do bathrooms.
I could serve you guys beverages though.
I make pretty good coffee.
I'm a big girl now!And I'm sure whatever you guys say I've heard it before and will come as no surprise to me.
Oooh!What could I possibly say I wonder?
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CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged
Maybe we could have the West Louge done out in 1920s speakeasy. I'm a big fan of women's fashion from that time - a touch of class with a touch of hooker. Perfect!
I'll bet you a Glasgy pub against Otara's Flying Jug any day.
No, definitely trans-Atlantic. The club is based in London as the centre of the "Old World". I know I'm mixing South Pacific, East London and Harrow idiom, but you'll catch up.
Clearly not!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Well hello Mr. Atheist!I hope you don't mind my lil intrusion in your thread.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I just couldn't help myself.
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CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged