steve wrote:Montreal is swarming with beaver. I do not understand your predicament.

This might be the most correct statement ever spoken.

steve wrote:Montreal is swarming with beaver. I do not understand your predicament.

Neither do I, brother. Neither do I.

I'm seeing encouraging results, however, from my primary avenue of consolation: cooking. Whipping up the best meals of my life, by god, and if it keeps up I'll have to buy new pants and let my belt out another notch. There's duck fat in the fridge, râble de lapin in the freezer, and the Larousse gastronomique on the shelf.

DNA Concept wrote:There's duck fat in the fridge, râble de lapin in the freezer, and the Larousse gastronomique on the shelf.

I'm on the next flight to Montreal.

Hope you're cute.

burun wrote:It was, however, cold enough for me to curse my employer whilst walking from the subway all the fucking way to somewhere on Van Fucking Brundt Street to pick up negatives/prints...and all the way back.

Red Hook separates the wheat from the chaff.

burun wrote:

DNA Concept wrote:There's duck fat in the fridge, râble de lapin in the freezer, and the Larousse gastronomique on the shelf.

I'm on the next flight to Montreal.

Hope you're cute.

I put fresh contact sheets on the bed, filled the jacuzzi with stop bath and have a split of fine French dektol chilling in a bucket.

vockins wrote:Red Hook separates the wheat from the chaff.

I'm full of wheatly goodness.

DNA Concept wrote:I put fresh contact sheets on the bed, filled the jacuzzi with stop bath and have a split of fine French dektol chilling in a bucket.

*swoon*

dontfeartheringo wrote:Is there any way to bring this photo back?

Because it is the best thing.

Saw Dan Savage do a q-and-a tonight. He wore a Huckabee t-shirt.

I have two pairs of glasses.

On one pair the anti-reflective coating is flaking off on the right lens.

On the other pair the anti-reflective coating is flaking off on the left lens.

I cannot take it anymore and have resorted to wearing my prescription sunglasses until I can get a new set of lenses put in.

Prince William and pals run up huge bill
Fri Feb 8, 2008 7:53pm GMT

LONDON, (Reuters) - It's common knowledge that Indian curry is one of Britain's favourite foods, but now it has the royal seal of approval too.

Prince William, the second in line to the throne, dropped in for a celebratory dinner at a curry house in York this week -- along with 47 of his friends.

Mohammed Nisar, the owner of the Saffron Desi Indian restaurant, was gob smacked when the royal walked in, but reckons he handled it all very calmly.

"I said welcome to the Saffron Desi, would you like a drink," Nisar told Reuters.

"He said he'd like a cider and I brought him a bottle of Strongbow. He was very polite. They were all very polite.

"Everyone in the restaurant and the kitchen was very excited."

The crowd ordered a vast selection from Nisar's menu, with William ordering a chicken dish called the Royal Delight.

By the end of the evening, the bill was a whopping 1,300 pounds, picked up by one of William's friends.

Shockingly, the party didn't leave a tip but Nisar said he wasn't bothered.

"If I'd have known that Prince William was coming to the restaurant I would have let everyone eat for free," he said.

"He's the future king of England, what are you supposed to do."

The prince was in the area because he's training to become an air force pilot at the nearby RAF base of Linton-on-Ouse.

SCENE: A CURRY HOUSE, SOMEWHERE IN NORTHERN ENGLAND
PRINCE WILLIAM AND PALS SIT DOWN FOR THEIR TEAS

WAITER: So, your majesty, what can I get you?
WILL: I'll have - haha - I'll have - hahaha - I'll have the Royal Delight, please, hahahaha
WAITER: Ah, an excellent choice, your majesty
FRIEND 1: Oh, Wills, you wag
WILL: Haha, yeah. Remember where we ate last night?
FRIEND 2: Oh, the Chinese place? What did you have?
WILL: Haha. Hahaha. I had - haha - I had Peking Duck! Peking Duck!
FRIEND 1: Oh Will, stop, stop
WILL: Listen, I've been learning to play an instrument
FRIEND 2: Wow Will, that's great news.
WILL: Haha, yeah, haha. I'm learning bass - I'm going to play like - haha, haha - like Mark King!
FRIEND 1: Right. Yeah, anyway -
WILL: Listen guys, why don't we go see a band later?
FRIEND 2: That's a great idea! Who should we see?
WILL: Haha, haha, what about, what about - Prince! Hahaha, or, or, haha, Queen!
FRIEND 1: Oh Jesus, he's gone
FRIEND 2: Quick, grab his arms
WILL: MARK KING, GET IT? THEY MIGHT NEVER LET ME BE KING, BUT I CAN STILL SLAP AND POP!
FRIEND 1: Will! Calm down!
FRIEND 2: Get him some cider -
WILL (knocking cider to the floor): THEY KILLED MUMMY! THEY TRIED TO SEND HARRY TO IRAQ TO DIE! NOW I'M SENT UP NORTH TO DIE! WHY WON'T DADDY AND GRANDMA DIE??!!
WAITER: Your majesty, there is a problem?
FRIEND 1: It's okay - we just need to leave - we're sorry
WILL: OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!
FRIEND 2 (dragging Will through the door): We're sorry! The food was great!
WAITER: Hey, you haven't left a tip!
WILL: A tip? A tip? Here's a tip! Always wear a seatbelt!

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