That's the best. It's amazing how much that touch of pig adds.:essen:a mix of butter and lard
That's the best. It's amazing how much that touch of pig adds.:essen:a mix of butter and lard
It's a matter of opinion
That's the best. It's amazing how much that touch of pig adds.:essen:
Butter is lighter and flakier.
Butter is lighter and flakier.
So is most of the crowd here.
Justin B said:So is most of the crowd here.
(Hungry yet C-dot?)
Yeah... Pretty badly.
Hitch along with Mae on the way to pick up Hoosier, and bring the pecan pie and cool whip. I'll set the table
Rant: So this kid comes and knocks on my door (we're having a provincial election next week), and I'd just washed my make-up off. He says "Hello, are your parents home?":mmph: I told him no.
:wave: I'm here! :wave:
...heh heh
And it's also... POST #2,300
arty: :thumb:
"I thank God for my humility"
...Richard Gloucester, Richard III
Yeah... Pretty badly.
Hitch along with Mae on the way to pick up Hoosier, and bring the pecan pie and cool whip. I'll set the table
Rant: So this kid comes and knocks on my door (we're having a provincial election next week), and I'd just washed my make-up off. He says "Hello, are your parents home?":mmph: I told him no.
C-dot said:Just last week, a charity canvasser called me up and said she was looking for "the adult of the house." I replied "Sorry, no, I'm the eight-year old and my mommy isn't home yet." I felt like a grumpy old man, but it was worth it.
Yep, the first Sir/Ma'am stings a lot worse.I know right now it doesn't make you happy, but when they stop asking, you'll miss it.... trust me
I know right now it doesn't make you happy, but when they stop asking, you'll miss it.... trust me
Good News: They finally stopped carding you
Bad News: They finally stopped carding you
Just last week, a charity canvasser called me up and said she was looking for "the adult of the house." I replied "Sorry, no, I'm the eight-year old and my mommy isn't home yet." I felt like a grumpy old man, but it was worth it.
(It must run in the family, for when my dad was 28 and had bought his own house, a salesman came to the door and asked if his parents were home lol)
:rofl: :thumb:
In a not too proud moment of my life I worked as a telemarketer (over 20 years ago). One evening I thought I made a sale but then the verifier came and crossed it out because it turned out that I was talking to an eleven-year-old kid who had a deep voice. This kid sounded like he was thirty!
My wife gets people coming to the door all the time. If she makes a mistake and they ask for the owner she does a nice "ownah not home." They usually don't want to push it any further.
My brother and I once staged a drunken domestic for a telemarketer. They shrieked and hung up. Terrible people we are...
You should have heard what a friend of mine's brother did to the door to door religious sorts.
I'm slightly fearful of asking lol My brother usually tells them he is an Anti-Cosmic Satanist.
I sure do wish right now, I could post my hot dog picture....(sigh)....hahahah! woooooot! lol!Yes but I was thinking more like:
Yeah... Pretty badly.
Hitch along with Mae on the way to pick up Hoosier, and bring the pecan pie and cool whip. I'll set the table
Rant: So this kid comes and knocks on my door (we're having a provincial election next week), and I'd just washed my make-up off. He says "Hello, are your parents home?":mmph: I told him no.
Just last week, a charity canvasser called me up and said she was looking for "the adult of the house." I replied "Sorry, no, I'm the eight-year old and my mommy isn't home yet." I felt like a grumpy old man, but it was worth it.
(It must run in the family, for when my dad was 28 and had bought his own house, a salesman came to the door and asked if his parents were home lol)