Quote from: Pica Pica on December 07, 2007, 04:41:18 AM
pickle and cheese is a standard, but turkey and peanut butter...weirdo.

I've never heard of anyone where I live liking pickles and cheese :O Maybe they just don't talk about it...

    well, you can have a hamburger with pickles and cheese on it, so it's not a stretch to imagine pickles and cheese on their own.  Plus Europeans have ways that go back to before inventions like refrigerators, so I think they tend to have a greater variety of eating habits due to centuries of habit.  Like when I ordered fish in Germany and it was an actual fish with a head and all it's bones.  That wouldn't have been so bad, but as I was picking at it, it asked me if I had the time.

Just my opinion

Cheese and pickle and or pickled onions are a traditional part of a ploughman's lunch.

what's a ploughman?  (or am I just an idiot?)

I tried a new snack a couple days ago. I marinaded raw carrots in soy sauce then dipped them in honey and sprinkled on a generous portion of pepper. I thought they were excellent but keep in mind this is a person who mixes chocolate syrup with mustard.


Karen Lyn

I steam carrots and put A-1 steak sauce on them...

       When I was a young teenager (like about 14), I got stuck on an old wooden door that was pulled by the current out into the bay.  I had to get off of the door because I knew it was going out.  I was treading water in the ocean for a while and figured I was going to die, but it didn't bother me.  I felt bad because I knew my mother would feel bad, but otherwise, nothing.  I wasn't suicidal either.

    The strange fact I think, is that I was not scared.


Eventually, somebody came out in a motor boat and picked me up.

A ploughman is a man who ploughs. Obviously.

Quote from: Pica Pica on December 08, 2007, 05:45:24 PM
A ploughman is a man who ploughs. Obviously.

oh, that. over here we do not plough, we plow. we thought whatever your man was doing, it rhymed with cough. first he coughs, then he ploughs.

-ell

Quote from: Phate on December 07, 2007, 04:29:55 PM

Quote from: Pica Pica on December 07, 2007, 04:41:18 AM
pickle and cheese is a standard, but turkey and peanut butter...weirdo.

I've never heard of anyone where I live liking pickles and cheese :O Maybe they just don't talk about it...

Maybe everyone is pregnant in this thread  >

y2g

I love being up high.  My favorite job in my profession is working the truss spot, where I sit in a chair 25-30 feet over the stage and run a spotlight.  Getting to that chair is a bit like a combination of mountain climbing and cave exploring.  However on a good night like a few weeks ago I can spend the entire show looking down Amy Lee's shirt (Evanescence). 

I guess the strange fact is that I'm one of the few people I know that have both a real phd and a journyman's card from a major craft union.

Quote from: y2gender on December 08, 2007, 06:15:45 PM

Quote from: Phate on December 07, 2007, 04:29:55 PM

Quote from: Pica Pica on December 07, 2007, 04:41:18 AM
pickle and cheese is a standard, but turkey and peanut butter...weirdo.

I've never heard of anyone where I live liking pickles and cheese :O Maybe they just don't talk about it...

Maybe everyone is pregnant in this thread  >

y2g

I hope to god I'm not

Posted on: December 08, 2007, 08:34:37 PM

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Quote from: KarenLyn on December 08, 2007, 03:20:09 PM
I tried a new snack a couple days ago. I marinaded raw carrots in soy sauce then dipped them in honey and sprinkled on a generous portion of pepper. I thought they were excellent but keep in mind this is a person who mixes chocolate syrup with mustard.


Karen Lyn

That actually sounds good, the carrots that is. Well I dunno about the pepper, but who knows!

Now..chocolate syrup and mustard..lol.

Quote from: y2gender on December 08, 2007, 06:15:45 PM

Maybe everyone is pregnant in this thread  >

Not without a miracle from God...

1) I have 9/11 all around me in my family and friends. Birthdays on 9/11, special events on 9/11, and so on  ... events on 11/9 sometimes also. A Muslim damaged my car, stole my wallet on 11/9. It keeps coming back.

2) I'm afraid of small things like a mailbox without knowing what is in it or the reaction of a person, but I'm not afraid of big things. If I would be on a plane with hijackers I wouldn't feel one bit nervous, in fact it would give me energy ;

3) I'm afraid of spiders; It used to be very bad but now I only strongly dislike them;

4) I have seen the near future in a dream.  I saw my wife before I saw her in real.

Quote from: buttercup on November 20, 2007, 04:29:32 PM

Quote from: Nero on November 19, 2007, 07:55:00 PM
Well, it's really not all that strange, but I'm alektorophobic. It's spilled over into a strong aversion to the sight, smell, and thought of eggs. I've been this way since I was small.

Posted on: November 19, 2007, 09:54:

Alektorophobic, I had to look that one up, aversion to chickens.  And eggs?  wow that would be hard for me, I love eggs and chickens.

i wonder what Nero had an aversion to first: the chickens or the eggs? (Rebis loves chickens).

How did this chicken loving thing get started about me?  I thought it was well known my attachment is to simians.

it's not all about you loving them, you know. there are also statements to the effect of: Rebis hates Chickens. so, can you kindly tell us what it all means?

Where did the "Rebis hates chickens" stuff come from?

Are you all writing down everything I say?

Quote from: Rebis on December 10, 2007, 09:43:27 PM
Where did the "Rebis hates chickens" stuff come from?

Are you all writing down everything I say?

sorry to drop a dime on anybody, but i think you should direct that question toward Pica Pica.

and now i'm going to the store and then to the library, with a girl blouse on and girl sweater, and my boobs sort of noticeably um, protruding. it will be my first time this far 'out' in my neighborhood. -- i mean, i wore an even girlier blouse to my psychiatrist's office, and people did stare. but i think they sort of expect the unexpected in that office... anyway, my psychiatrist took one look at me and said "You're in a good place. it's so nice to finally see you smile."

I just remembered that I once declared my opinion that all birds (except the almighty penguin) are winged freaks and ought to be feared for they have no souls.  In fact, If I had the bread, I'd put a bounty on all of their little feathered heads.

So, I guess by extension, it may be assumed that chickens are, in fact, my sworn enemies.

Thanks for reminding me.  I've decided to change my position on gun control. This is urgent, I suggest that you look for some books in that library that may help us find a spell to rid the planet of all birds except the almighty penguin.

and if anyone gives you any crap about the blouse, it's probably because they have bird brains.


Rebis