I ate a beef, blue cheese, mushroom and onion baguette from a man who told me that in his fifty years as a butcher this was the best beef he had ever had. His wife also extolled the qualities of this beef and also the juices from it and how good the gravy that can be made from it tastes. I took my mighty sandwich back to the hill outside the library and sat upon it. As foretolled by a previous devourer of one of these mighty sandwiches (although one with inferior beef to the beef in this particular sandwich), upon the hit of succulent, beautiful, exquisite hot beef, melted blue cheese, mushroomy mushrooms and fried onions, a particularly rhapsodic excerpt from a lost Leone soundtrack Morricone will someday compose in heaven poured from the sky.

Today we were driving from Albequerque, NM to Flagstaff, AZ. We were listening to "The Very Best Of Hall & Oates." During "Kiss On My List," Brian started clapping his hands to the beat. I sighed and told him:

"Brian, there are no handclaps in 'Kiss On My List,' you're thinking of 'Private Eyes.' You are not a true Hall & Oates fan. You're a fuckin' Hall & Oates juffalo."

i bought myself a payday lunch. it is a baguette called a MEGASTRONI! i took great pleasure in asking for it this morning infront a a queue of folks who just wanted a coke or a slice of toast!! ho ho. i can't wait for lunch!

so anyway, salami, garlic sausage, cream cheese and the deal maker: dill pickle!! i may go and sneak a bite now..

roll on to lunch time, it's soo delicious.mmmmmmmmmmmmm. *smacks lips*

fantasmatical thorr wrote:i bought myself a payday lunch....

ah the payday lunch! such a lovely phenomenon. I used to go to M & S and get the sundried tomato, pinenut and fresh basil pasta.... mmmmm the momentary belief in one's affluence... it tastes so good!

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My girlfriend is arriving in England today and will be here for the next year at least. This is amazing. Slightly scary but fucking amazing.

simmo wrote:

fantasmatical thorr wrote:i bought myself a payday lunch....

ah the payday lunch! such a lovely phenomenon. I used to go to M & S and get the sundried tomato, pinenut and fresh basil pasta.... mmmmm the momentary belief in one's affluence... it tastes so good!

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My girlfriend is arriving in England today and will be here for the next year at least. This is amazing. Slightly scary but fucking amazing.

technically, having two jobs, both of them paying me weekly, i can have one payday lunch and one payday dinner a week!!!

give dindon a welcome to shitty england hug from me!!

what am i saying?!!! i bought my plane ticket yesterday in cash!!! and my block party ticket is sorted!!

so i am spending a month in america. first NY, then train to DC, the train to Chicago then on to seattle, portland and SF. any tips for the post chicago leg would be most welcome and anyone wanting to to go for beers, that too!!

My colleague just received a wonderfully bad planning application. These are the notes from the side of the drawing (not to scale - no kidding it's not to scale):

APPLICATION FOR PLANNING TO KEEP ROOF A/B OVER FISHPOND

ROOF A AS BEEN UP OVER 6 YEARS

ROOF B AS BEEN UP FOR 3 YEARS AND SLIDES OVER ROOF A

RAIN WATER BACK IN TO FISH POND

(HERONS) WHERE TAKING FISH OUT OF POND BUT NOW THANKS TO ROOF I HAVE NOT LOST A FISH IN 6 YEARS. TO AN HERON

daniel robert chapman wrote:My colleague just received a wonderfully bad planning application. These are the notes from the side of the drawing (not to scale - no kidding it's not to scale):

APPLICATION FOR PLANNING TO KEEP ROOF A/B OVER FISHPOND

ROOF A AS BEEN UP OVER 6 YEARS

ROOF B AS BEEN UP FOR 3 YEARS AND SLIDES OVER ROOF A

RAIN WATER BACK IN TO FISH POND

(HERONS) WHERE TAKING FISH OUT OF POND BUT NOW THANKS TO ROOF I HAVE NOT LOST A FISH IN 6 YEARS. TO AN HERON

you should probably hand it over to social services..

I had a couple of hours to kill last night, so I decided to stop by the minor league baseball game between the Boise Hawks and the Salem-Keizer Volcanoes.

After a few innings, I decided to go home and mow the lawn. As I left the ballpark, I found myself following a family of four: a mother, a father and two sons (each approximately 8 to 10 years old). The mother and father were Caucasian. The two young boys were Korean, which, as it turns out, is important to the story.

The slightly older son was in a fight with his father. The boy was crying, shouting some things at his father, and occasionally ducking behind cars to hide. The mother said something indiscernible to the father who, by reply, shouted, "Yes, I'm carrying a baseball bat, and I'd like to use it right now." (The father was, in fact, carrying a baseball bat.)

The crying, shouting, and hiding son emerged from behind a car and ran up to his father. The young boy said to his father, "If you hit me with a baseball bat and hurt me, then you would go to jail."

The father, who appeared to be a grown man, replied as follows: "If I went to jail for hitting you with a baseball bat, you'd be on a plane back to Korea the next day."

The Salem-Keizer Volcanoes, they appear to be a talented baseball club.

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:"If I went to jail for hitting you with a baseball bat, you'd be on a plane back to Korea the next day."

I am going to use this rejoinder if ever I am warned away from hitting someone with a baseball bat!

Thank you, dad of Korean child! You have made my day!