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Said in a really bad Swami accent (and I have testimonials about how bad mine is):

It is essential to preserve the balance in all things.

bj

You told me in person that you never wore panties...

Mebbe you wear panties to post on net.

I never noticed that you had an accent but I guess I was too busy thinking about the panties bit...
 
damn smart people. They ruin everything.

I have one at my house like that too. He's a bizarre encyclopedia.

That's why I like to play Clue.

Angeline. With the fur lined handcuffs and the leather flogger. In Chefzilla's kitchen.

bj

Bijou. With her hands tied behind her back. With my thigh highs. And I hand the flogger to Tzara. And watch.

Squirm over that.

:kiss:
 
I was the only kid on my block who had a dad who sang Gilbert & Sullivan to her. When he was teasing me, he'd sing "I've Got a Little List" from The Mikado (one of his faves). Oh. And at bedtime he read to me from The Damon Runyan Omnibus. And people wonder why I'm warped. :D

When our youngest daughter was born, she determined quickly that she was Papa's girl, so I got to put her to bed at night. The only way she would go to sleep with any sort of reasonable alacrity was if I sang to her. I don't know any lullabies. Not a one. I managed to help raise two kids prior to her without the need for lullabies, and wasn't about to learn any with her. This meant that she got songs from my existing repetoire.


"Long Black Veil" - The Chieftains version, with me doing my best twangy Mick Jagger
"Song with no name" - Shane McGowan and the Popes
"Balland of Carrie Brown" - Steve Earle
"MacPhearson's Lament" - done in the style of The Town Pants
"Seven Drunken Nights" - classic pub song, done a la Flogging Molly

This was the usual playlist. So we had a song about an adulterer that dies to protect his married paramour, a sadist that destroyed his lady love and their relationship and laments it, a man that kills another man over a girl he barely knows, a fiddle-playing brigand hung by a jealous lordling, and an alcoholic coming home to his cheating wife.

As my buddy Ken said (while rolling his eyes and laughing), "You sing the best lullabies."
 
Bijou. With her hands tied behind her back. With my thigh highs. And I hand the flogger to Tzara. And watch.

Squirm over that.

:kiss:
Um, can I have a switch, too? And put on some Art Blakey. I am so feeling a backbeat rhythm in like a 7/4 time. :rolleyes:
 
I see that it's Open Rack night at the Bistro.

I'll play Dungeon Monitor. "Prose" is the Dungeon Safeword. Respect it.

Points to Ange for the "With my thigh highs" line.

Y'all are cute as hell. You know that? =)
 
When our youngest daughter was born, she determined quickly that she was Papa's girl, so I got to put her to bed at night. The only way she would go to sleep with any sort of reasonable alacrity was if I sang to her. I don't know any lullabies. Not a one. I managed to help raise two kids prior to her without the need for lullabies, and wasn't about to learn any with her. This meant that she got songs from my existing repetoire.


"Long Black Veil" - The Chieftains version, with me doing my best twangy Mick Jagger
"Song with no name" - Shane McGowan and the Popes
"Balland of Carrie Brown" - Steve Earle
"MacPhearson's Lament" - done in the style of The Town Pants
"Seven Drunken Nights" - classic pub song, done a la Flogging Molly

This was the usual playlist. So we had a song about an adulterer that dies to protect his married paramour, a sadist that destroyed his lady love and their relationship and laments it, a man that kills another man over a girl he barely knows, a fiddle-playing brigand hung by a jealous lordling, and an alcoholic coming home to his cheating wife.

As my buddy Ken said (while rolling his eyes and laughing), "You sing the best lullabies."

She's a lucky little girl. That's what I think. :)

PS You're pretty darn cute, too. I'm allowed to say that cuz I'm yknow, toppy.

Um, can I have a switch, too? And put on some Art Blakey. I am so feeling a backbeat rhythm in like a 7/4 time. :rolleyes:

Grab your ankles Papa. Let's get the moanin started. ;)
 
She's a lucky little girl. That's what I think. :)

PS You're pretty darn cute, too. I'm allowed to say that cuz I'm yknow, toppy.



Grab your ankles Papa. Let's get the moanin started. ;)
I cannot begin to wrap my mind around that...

What if you, like, hit his balls?
 
She's a lucky little girl. That's what I think. :)

PS You're pretty darn cute, too. I'm allowed to say that cuz I'm yknow, toppy.

Well, er, um... Not sure how to respond to that one. She's an odd one, she is. She's definitely my girl though.

And I'm not going to respond to anything else there. Just because.

Harrumph.

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I cannot begin to wrap my mind around that...

What if you, like, hit his balls?

For some people, that is the point.
 
For the sweet young thing waving the riding crop while wearing thigh-high boots (no, not you, TZ), I have posted to the Kitchen an authentic northern Italian recipe for Veal Piccata. The rest of you may read it, may even try it (I recommend you do!), but Ange, this bud's for YOU!
 
Now waitaminnit. I thought I had that switchy thang and was doing my jazz beat on BJ's taut and lovely skin.

Whooooops!!



I think someone has changed channels to a cheesy horror movie.

Maybe the two of you could take turns. I think BJ could probably find something to smile about if the two of you danced the dance of swat. You know...switch partners...literally...
 
RECIPE ALERT!!!
The lovely and talented SassyNYC has contributed an amazing switch on CHICKEN WINGS (Apricot-Ginger) to the Kitchen. Anyone wishing to dazzle company, please feel free. Also, this one is so good, I'm thinkin' it needs to be served up here as a regular dish. It'll help us sell the beer. I think it would be extremely complimentary to the Tsing Tao. Any thoughts?

 
Normally I never answer to 'hey you' or 'Oiiii you' but what's normal in here? I thought i was making a joke but there you go ........ ok big smile time ........ my dog is 13 years old tomorrow and touch wood still going strong so I will celebrate that ok? Now excuse me while I go see to my chicken stock bubbling away then wonder what I can do with it
 
I've just potted up some Bijou sweet peas *Suprisingly robust but with an old fashioned sweetness place some by your door to fill your house with fragrance*
Oh BTW I have got hiccups so I need a shock ... flash us yer willy Chef!
 
Normally I never answer to 'hey you' or 'Oiiii you' but what's normal in here? I thought i was making a joke but there you go ........ ok big smile time ........ my dog is 13 years old tomorrow and touch wood still going strong so I will celebrate that ok? Now excuse me while I go see to my chicken stock bubbling away then wonder what I can do with it

I normally save "Hey you" for the people I care about. Down here, that means "HI" to someone you like (the American South, you know?--I know, I know, Normal Jean wouldn't consider this the American South, but just ten miles from here it is every bit as south as South Carolina.

Anyway, a good fresh chicken stock makes the best Matzoh Ball Soup. We had that discussion a couple of weeks ago. Or chicken pot pie. Or it freezes beautifully to use in any recipe you need stock. But you knew that.
 
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