Somehow I had gone my whole life without having ever enjoyed the following, which I did for my son's birthday Saturday:Chocolate cake with chocolate icing, vanilla ice cream, fresh blueberries.Truly one of the great flavor combinations.

BusBus wrote:My wife once found his porno stash. Maybe I should infuse his stash with a new issue of something and attach a picture of myself, giving another thumbs up.For some reason the subject of porn videos came up in a discussion with my dad and I, and he said 'Porn is just boobs going up and down'. Then I realised he probably hadn't seen any porn since before about 1997, when the Blair government removed the censorship laws that meant all you could really see on a porn video was 'boobs going up and down'. I considered showing him what porn is like since those laws changed, and then I thought 'No...Better not...heart condition'.

The Code is Almighty wrote:Frozen blueberries were a delicacy I was unaware of until yesterday. I am hooked on frozen grapes almost rival to any of my other vices

Marsupialized wrote:My wife graduated last weekend, and her parents came into town. They brought her stoic Sicilian grandmother who does not speak English. We hung out all day, went to dinner and all that. They are speaking Italian to her the whole time, so I had no idea what they were saying. I do know her Grandmother was/is upset that we did not let the child fuckers marry us and that I hate Jesus and all that.At one point, we are in the back of the car and my wife is speaking to her, I hear her say my name and motion towards me at one point. In my mind she was calling me a heathen or telling her to find a man with money or something.Afterward, I ask my wife what she said. 'She said that she knows men and you are a very good man and I am very lucky to have such a good man. She said that we make one another laugh all day long and I should know how rare that is and be thankful for it, most people are miserable and hate one another after five years, it is like we are still newlyweds with how much we laugh and how we look at and speak to one another. She told me to make sure I keep you as long as I can'Fuck yea.

qrj wrote:Marsupialized wrote:My wife graduated last weekend, and her parents came into town. They brought her stoic Sicilian grandmother who does not speak English. We hung out all day, went to dinner and all that. They are speaking Italian to her the whole time, so I had no idea what they were saying. I do know her Grandmother was/is upset that we did not let the child fuckers marry us and that I hate Jesus and all that.At one point, we are in the back of the car and my wife is speaking to her, I hear her say my name and motion towards me at one point. In my mind she was calling me a heathen or telling her to find a man with money or something.Afterward, I ask my wife what she said. 'She said that she knows men and you are a very good man and I am very lucky to have such a good man. She said that we make one another laugh all day long and I should know how rare that is and be thankful for it, most people are miserable and hate one another after five years, it is like we are still newlyweds with how much we laugh and how we look at and speak to one another. She told me to make sure I keep you as long as I can'Fuck yea.That was awhile ago, we've since divorced

Cooked a steak and asparagus spears for dinner, then put together a table, a lamp, and bed frame, all while drinking some delicious Knob Creek and listening to Ladyhawk, Constantines, and Italian Platinum.And I've got a second date on Friday.

tallchris wrote:Cooked a steak and asparagus spears for dinner, then put together a table, a lamp, and bed frame, all while drinking some delicious Knob Creek and listening to Ladyhawk, Constantines, and Italian Platinum.And I've got a second date on Friday.salut!

I live with my girlfriend and make her dinner. That might not sound amazing, but I really can't think of anything else I would rather do.

jimmy two hands wrote:I got the hookup on frozen blueberries. My aunt & uncle run an organic blueberry farm in west Michigan. I can get crates of the fuckers at any time of the year. Though I'd recommend fresh over frozen in the summer, when they're fresh.Can you get gooseberries?

I need a couple more pounds of gooseberries for this beer and don't want to shell out like $50 to have them shipped on ice.