Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to be used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Some, of course, have just come round for a spot of tea and a bit of a chat and maybe some spanking a little later if all goes well. Really, it all depends on the way coffee grounds spill across the kitchen floor, as this is how our fates are truly directed. And woe unto her who has mold in her old grounds, for she shall inherit no mirth.
Hmmm - fortunately I throw out my grounds on a regular basis - but it is fresh coffee grounds I normally end up spilling...does this impact my fate? I seem to have a lot of mirth - but I do worry that it is just manic defence...
In fact, have we HAD proper fates since we stopped with the tea leaves and spinning and all that, except for true tea-lovers and hippies?
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like. - Lemony Snicket
Some of us, I believe, have had fates that are most IMproper. Be that as it may, I am not sure that the grounds are to blame. Tea leaves, after all, merely tell us what our fate will be. Coffee grounds govern our fate. I am not suggesting that even the most practiced observer can READ our futures in the grounds. A 12-year-old Greek girl tried to do just such a reading for me, and neither the riches nor the boils that she prophesied ever came to fruition. A mixed blessing, that, for, while I relish any dermatological condition that might be offputting enough to give me time for ample introspection, I've heard that riches only bring misery.
But returning to the original topic -- I quite prefer Irish breakfast tea to either English breakfast or to Earl Grey, but I will take a strong cup of black coffee over Irish breakfast tea, unless the latter be strongly spiked with Irish waters and not tainted with either water or steeped tea leaves.
Restaurants, Instant Messenger fates....hmmmmm....that's a lot to take in for a poor Bunny on one cup of coffee at the beginning of a mean Tuesday's work...
A cruel Tuesday, or an average Tuesday?
Dunno yet - the wheel's still in spin.
Quote:Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like. - Lemony Snicket
Sounds good to me. I'm rather tired of familiar, popular restaurants willed with even waitresses who bring me things I have indeed asked for and which, nonetheless, I do not always like. Variety is the Baco-bits of life, is it not?
No meta in baco-bits, I think. Just soy and MSG.
Witty as a Rye Krisp am I.
I think you've been on a roll, PDog.
Dog on a roll?
I'd rather have perch on a kaiser.
No meta in baco bits?
Is not transcendence, at least incipiently, always with us?
baco bits- soybean crap (toasted soybean crap)
are they? I have never purchased or eaten a baco bit. I await enlightenment.
baco-bits (bacon-flavored bits made of soy) listed as approved for all vegetarian diets
My goodness. I suppose they are tethered to plastic line and hung in a smoker for 72 hours? Well. That would be baco chunkos. Then they'd be sliced and diced and packaged to your floor at the door.
That sentence did not need to be doubled.
Speaking of gourmand/lerve I was once invited to homemade dinner by a work associate, she made "wilted lettuce salad" by filling a tupperware bowl with iceberg lettuce, heating a cookie sheet full of baco bits and then sprinkling the baco bits over the lettuce, this was served with saltine crackers on which squares of Velveeta cheese was place followed by the entree of borsht out of a bottle with a dallop of sour cream. I don't remeber her name.
That's good then, dys, or she'd be the Chatelaine of Baco Bitterend.
