well, we can be bbq'ed, but pan-fried is probably better...a bit of butter (as we tend to be very lean), some herbs...BBQ?
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well, we can be bbq'ed, but pan-fried is probably better...a bit of butter (as we tend to be very lean), some herbs...BBQ?
Offering cooking suggestions as you did is certainly winning. From a palate perspective.well, we can be bbq'ed, but pan-fried is probably better...a bit of butter (as we tend to be very lean), some herbs...
it's called misinformationBut you are into announcing your presence...and your activity...
Si, Senor...it's called misinformation
subterfuge
sabotage
misdirection
Thief si ninja!
I just love posting that
yes ...my mother is SpanishSi, Senor...
good recovery...yes ...my mother is Spanish
and it sneaks into my postwork
One less tree rat....know what happens when you get rid of one squirrel?
What, of course, is needed is some more hungry dog packs.I guess they're having a problem with aggressive squirrels in NYC these days.
NYC Warning Residents About Aggressive Squirrels
People keep feeding them, and they're getting more aggressive and biting people.
It is very satisfying to feel that one is going home where we belong.I win because I realized I don't really care about most of the threads in my alerts, so I just ignored them. But because I came up with a great idea for another writing project to market. And I hope I anger and upset people with it because I love life and don't shame it and love Hunter S Thompson, who also loved living. A lot. He was indeed very well used up when he went to the grave, and oh boy did he have a ride.
And I also win because California is clearly rubbing off on me, and the "aura" about me has changed enough that people in many states are recognizing me as being from California by sight.
I because I felt a good feeling, not sure what to call it (something along the lines of group identity, but of a very lesser type), when I got closer to see all the California license plates and knowing we're all going home.
Especially when you've never had that before. I think I can safely assume I'll never again hear someone tell me to leave the state. In an angry or encouraging way. California has done such wonders for me that apparently my brother hasn't quit talking about it and his transgender friend is wanting to move here so she too can live a life of peace and happiness.It is very satisfying to feel that one is going home where we belong.