well worth the expense, however.
Quote:We are crusaders against an eternal evil . . . in those times when we're not consorting with the enemy . . .
Right where we want you, us evil wimmins. He eheheheheh, right Eva?
In that case, i'd like a nice lamb with artichoke in a tzatziki sauce, some feta cheese with olives and white onions in a salad, some saganaki, and, to finish the affair, some baklava . . . before returning, of couse, to the never-ending struggle against evil wimmins' cunning machinations . . .
Lola wrote:Quote:We are crusaders against an eternal evil . . . in those times when we're not consorting with the enemy . . .
Right where we want you, us evil wimmins. He eheheheheh, right Eva?
Shhhhh...you be givin' away our secrets.
Lola wrote:Mins are easy.
All part of our master plan....
Quote:In that case, i'd like a nice lamb with artichoke in a tzatziki sauce, some feta cheese with olives and white onions in a salad, some saganaki, and, to finish the affair, some baklava . . . before returning, of couse, to the never-ending struggle against evil wimmins' cunning machinations . . .
Nope........can't have it. Get it yourself. La te da. (see how evil we are?)
Quote:Quote:Lola wrote:
Mins are easy.
All part of our master plan....
Seems we have a complimentary evilness, Bear. The height of evil.
Eva wrote:
Quote:Shhhhh...you be givin' away our secrets.
Don't worry, Eva.....they'll never get it. It's waaaaaay too obvious for the average dull headed man.
[size=7]True. And isn't it funny how none of them see themselves as "average dull headed men"?![/size]
As long as you're up, Setanta, I'll have some of that lamb and a piece of baklava. Don't mind if I do....
Be right back with yer dinner, evil wimmins . . . please respectively hold yer breath . . .
Mmm...lamb...artichokes in tzatziki....baklava....sorry, what are wimmins again?
Last week, while visiting the family cabin up at beautiful Cultus Lake, my brother pointed to the side mirrors of his new kayak-bedecked station wagon, and explained how those mirrors had come to be covered with birdshit while the remainder of the vehicle was unpooped. A bird, nesting in the adjacent cedar hedge had taken to loud and unyielding warfare with her own reflection.
Now, who is to know exactly what fancies might have been bouncing around in that teeny cranium. Angry at herself for letting 'him' get away? Mistaken impression that she was not she but another she and there isn't enough room in this hedge for two shes? A few seasons of merciless damage to skin from an unyielding summer sun? It is never easy to know for sure what someone like her (and they are all like her) might be thinking.
But it doesn't matter. She's well occupied, and the 'he' mentioned previously is right this very moment at the pub.
Animals are so crude...imagine...men having to do all the primping and preening....it's unnatural.
and as he sits, yucking it up with the other men there, drinkin their beer and scratching their asses, he never realizes that he's looking at his own reflection.
Quote:please respectively hold yer breath . . .
Hurry Set, I'm turning blue in the face............(giggle, humor em, they enjoy feeling they're in control.)
A real man never drinks another man's beer, nor scratches their asses unless invited.
there are real men? Where?
