Mmm… sautéed pr0n!

We had a delightful and simple meal tonight of sautéed shrimp (with a metric shit-ton (about 2.3 imperial tonnes) of garlic), French bread and fruit punch spiked with mango flavoured tropical rum (my parents would be shamed to know about this bastard-rum concoction being consumed by their spawn).

I never thought I’d be writing about my meals on the internet. “Dear diary, I thought about doing something banal today, but instead I settled on something merely trivial and mundane and am now writing about it.”.

I plead that ‘sautéed pr0n’ was worth it. If only I could post some suitable pictures for the title, but I suspect my personal well being will benefit from this minor difficulty though – women are so touchy about some things.

Speaking of touchy women (no, not like that, unfortunately, get your mind out of the gutter), my better (worse?) half objects to me singing along to the cars driving by, usually the singing out the pounding ‘phat’ beats, or the other day speculating that the Civic that just scrapped along sounded much like farting into a kazoo would, and then imitating that with my mouth, as sadly I didn’t have a kazoo on me, and I was politely stopped while fetching a comb and wax paper – I conceded that we were on a sidewalk in broad daylight, and it might be bothersome to some local parishioners (I’m all about compromise).

PS: I’ve decided to pass on this link as important public service. Perfectly work safe, except for a few bits that aren’t safe, if you work in one of those totalitarian places.

6 Responses to “Mmm… sautéed pr0n!”

  1. Desi Says:

    You would post that particular link… It is just, creepy. I just don’t think it will fetch the demographic most in need of the information, though. Maybe it’s the title… and who has the 4 hours to wait for it to load… Hopeless losers with too much time on their hands… The internet was the perfect place to host it, I suppose.

  2. Jamie Says:

    I don’t think it’s creepy, but I think it might not get the desired audience.

    PS: I lose.

  3. Ian Says:

    She’s definitely your better half.

    And yes, you are an A1 First Class Capital Loser, aren’t you?

  4. Ian Says:

    Hmm, perhaps I should point out that I don’t usually insult Jamie in such a direct manner (at least, not with capital letters, anyway). It’s just that every time he says “I Lose” I can’t help but agree with him. I’m really one of those boring people who can’t bear to be different from the group.

    Oh, and why exactly were you carrying wax paper and a comb instead of a kazoo?

  5. Jamie Says:

    I’d tell you, but it’d probably make your poor ‘ead e’plode.

  6. Pamela Says:

    Go Ian!