Lit sandwitch...

TheEarl said:
Trying desperately to think of the name of the Danish style of sandwich with only one piece of bread on the bottom. Open-topped style and I can't remember the name to make a smart-arse joke.

Someone help me!!!

The Earl

when my Russian Mum made Marmite sandwiches for me when I was a kid she called them "Guvnor Khleb", literally "Shit on bread". I still like to eat it.
 
Smørrebrød!

Yes, Nikki, you can form a smørrebrød. Just you on top of your chosen bread.

The Earl
 
Why do those o's make me go all funny, like when I used to see Diana Rigg as Emma Peel?
 
Honey123 said:
Since I am incredibly hungry today, can I make more than just one Litwich?

Edited to add: See, Sweet, you and I just made a Ted Litwich...now that's a fine piece of meat ;)

everything tastes better with honey...
 
domjoe said:
Why do those o's make me go all funny, like when I used to see Diana Rigg as Emma Peel?

Cause a woman's mouth as she says smørrebrød is a very sexy thing to watch. It's a good word - rolls off your tongue.

The Earl
 
Strictly for entertainment value, not nutrition, I'd like to SEE a sandwich with Joe Wordsworth and Amicus as the bread slices (they can fight over who gets to be on the right side), and Shereads as the fiesty filling. :D

Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
sweetnpetite said:
everything tastes better with honey...

I eat my peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.

The Earl
 
Was googling to see if I could find who wrote that little couplet (a memory tingle is telling me it was Roald Dahl, but I'm not 100% sure) and found this gem:

http://www.weirdlist.com/how_i_filled_the_hole_in_my_life_left_by_my_dead_dog.html


Since I killed my dog, there has been a gaping whole in my life. I've tried filling it with masturbation (with and without prostate stimulation), but now I've run out of clean clothes, and I'm feeling strangely numb. I tried reading a good book but that just made me horny again, and I had no dog around to lick away at my genitals while I read. I was seriously considering buying another dog. I mean, what are the chances that my new dog will know something I don't know, like my old dog? Somewhat slim.

I was heading out to my local - no questions asked - pet shop, when I stumbled into a new hobby to take my mind off dogs. Yes, I have discovered the wonders of coughing. You may have heard the adage that a sneeze is like 1/100th of an orgasm... well, I'm no mathematician, but coughing rocks. Ever since I started coughing, I've been unable to stop. You could say I'm addicted. You could say I'm a dick head. You could say what the fuck you like; I don't know who you are, and I don't care. Coughing is, as the French would say in the Pacific, "da bomb".

Might I make a suggestion to improve your pathetic, mundane lives? Try coughing. Start slowly, of course, just a cough or two an hour. Then after a day, make the big leap up to about 10 coughs a minute. If you have phlegm-ridden lungs, so much the better; you can jump to the oft-quoted cough-spit. Coughing has been proven by scientists to cure cancer, AIDS, George W Bush and acne larger than 3 inches. (Admittedly they weren't particularly good scientists, with a somewhat left-wing bias, but they were scientists nonetheless, and unless you can think of a good reason to not cough, you should do it as much as you can).

"I eat my peas with honey. I've done it all my life. It makes them taste quite funny, but it keeps them on the knife."

Now imagine this world famous opus with coughing.

"I cough eat cough my cough peas cough with cough honey cough. I've cough done cough it cough all cough my cough life cough. It cough makes cough them cough taste cough quite cough funny cough, but cough it cough keeps cough them cough on cough the cough knife."

Need I say more?

Yes, apparently. Coughing is the new rock and roll. Nine out of ten cats prefer coughing to being anally raped by Neil Patrick Harris (TV's Doogie Howser). Hitler didn't cough, and now he's dead. What more do you need?

(On a separate note, has anyone read "A Hand In The Bush: A Guide To Vaginal Fisting by Deborah Addington"? Is it good?)



The Earl
 
TheEarl said:
I eat my peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.

The Earl

LOL,

I know that poem- I remember it from grade school. It was always one of my favorites.

Less favorite, but equally memorable-

Fuzzy Wuzzy wuz a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he?

and

I scream
You scream
We all scream
For Ice Cream

:)
 
TheEarl said:
I'd have to say logophile and yui being the names that spring immediately to mind, just for the deliciousness I see in their avs.

Hmmm, and I immediately thought of you and your new stories... now who for the other piece of bread? Cookie's AVs are always so so so tempting... Oh, wait! I know! OK...

The Earl and Min
At least for today.

Tomorrow I want Shanglan and Furry.

And I have actually even said out loud that I would love love love to be the meet on a Vella/Lucky sandwich. I pretty much say that every time I see Vella's AV. It makes me a little nervous because I believe in my heart of hearts that the pleasure of that meal might just kill. But what the hell, can't currently think of a better way to go!
 
TheEarl said:
Was googling to see if I could find who wrote that little couplet (a memory tingle is telling me it was Roald Dahl, but I'm not 100% sure) and found this gem:

http://www.weirdlist.com/how_i_filled_the_hole_in_my_life_left_by_my_dead_dog.html


Since I killed my dog, there has been a gaping whole in my life. I've tried filling it with masturbation (with and without prostate stimulation), but now I've run out of clean clothes, and I'm feeling strangely numb. I tried reading a good book but that just made me horny again, and I had no dog around to lick away at my genitals while I read. I was seriously considering buying another dog. I mean, what are the chances that my new dog will know something I don't know, like my old dog? Somewhat slim.

I was heading out to my local - no questions asked - pet shop, when I stumbled into a new hobby to take my mind off dogs. Yes, I have discovered the wonders of coughing. You may have heard the adage that a sneeze is like 1/100th of an orgasm... well, I'm no mathematician, but coughing rocks. Ever since I started coughing, I've been unable to stop. You could say I'm addicted. You could say I'm a dick head. You could say what the fuck you like; I don't know who you are, and I don't care. Coughing is, as the French would say in the Pacific, "da bomb".

Might I make a suggestion to improve your pathetic, mundane lives? Try coughing. Start slowly, of course, just a cough or two an hour. Then after a day, make the big leap up to about 10 coughs a minute. If you have phlegm-ridden lungs, so much the better; you can jump to the oft-quoted cough-spit. Coughing has been proven by scientists to cure cancer, AIDS, George W Bush and acne larger than 3 inches. (Admittedly they weren't particularly good scientists, with a somewhat left-wing bias, but they were scientists nonetheless, and unless you can think of a good reason to not cough, you should do it as much as you can).

"I eat my peas with honey. I've done it all my life. It makes them taste quite funny, but it keeps them on the knife."

Now imagine this world famous opus with coughing.

"I cough eat cough my cough peas cough with cough honey cough. I've cough done cough it cough all cough my cough life cough. It cough makes cough them cough taste cough quite cough funny cough, but cough it cough keeps cough them cough on cough the cough knife."

Need I say more?

Yes, apparently. Coughing is the new rock and roll. Nine out of ten cats prefer coughing to being anally raped by Neil Patrick Harris (TV's Doogie Howser). Hitler didn't cough, and now he's dead. What more do you need?

(On a separate note, has anyone read "A Hand In The Bush: A Guide To Vaginal Fisting by Deborah Addington"? Is it good?)



The Earl


WTF?!!!!
 
Well since posting will be the only way my name will pop up in this thread:

Depends on what kind of sandwich I want to be in. ;)

I'd say either dr. M and Lime, Lou-Lou and Lew, or Colly and Min. :) (Actually that last one could be several different combinations consisting of the two mentioned and abs and cloudy and mat and lucky and vella and... well it could go on and on, lol.)
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
Well since posting will be the only way my name will pop up in this thread:

Depends on what kind of sandwich I want to be in. ;)

I'd say either dr. M and Lime, Lou-Lou and Lew, or Colly and Min. :) (Actually that last one could be several different combinations consisting of the two mentioned and abs and cloudy and mat and lucky and vella and... well it could go on and on, lol.)

Sorry Crimson, but I don't really know what you look like. Vin Diesel's not doing much for me atm.

The Earl
 
sweetnpetite said:
Certainly.

Allrighty then.. First course would be PaulUK and his female bread of choice. But I am pulling for Lauren or Tatelou or snowy ciara.

Second course would be Netzach and Ms. Shadowsdream from over in bdsm land.

Third course and dessert tba:D
 
You might know a version of it called Vegemite. It's a horrible black treacley substance that strange people spread on toast or bread. It tastes kinda like Twiglets, but kinda not as well. The advertising tagline is - 'You either love it or you hate it' which is very true. Haven't met a single person who has no great opinion about the taste.

The Earl
 
I'd like to be between Gauche and Pops with DomJoe as the condiment.

Another funwich: Shanglan and Carson.

Perdita :p
 
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