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Originally Posted by xuxoxux
True. Women are the biggest mystery in the universe. Buy them a ring and bam, they love you. Ask for a sandwich, they hate you. I don't get it. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by clocker
Have you tried paying for it? Of course you have.
Silly me.
-doobs
As I recall, Ms.BD does pretty mean sandwich when inclined...Quote:
Originally Posted by brotherdoobieQuote:
Originally Posted by xuxoxux
Have you tried paying for it? Of course you have.
Silly me.
-doobs
My wife would too, if she knew what sandwiches were, or, more properly, if she more about sandwich theory - she does peanut butter and/or jelly, grilled cheese, etc,. but lacks the creativity of the connoisseur.
She has other talents and specialties, however.
f'ing dbl post...
Sammiches are an art form.
What you want is a good old fashioned Jewish deli...probably a bit thin on the ground in your area.
Oh, I know my way around the bready arts; what I lack are the proper ingrediments.Quote:
Originally Posted by clocker
My kingdom for one of the old Harry's fresh markets I habituated around north Atlanta.
You have a definite point about the deli, though...
One needs the proper pickle, a suitably spicy mustard and a sweet old waitress who calls you "Honey".
Like a Waffle House, without the vomit.
I wonder if I could fit a small Waffle House (sans vomit) in a Stealth?Quote:
Originally Posted by clocker
Back on sandwiches for a sec, I must say reading the Lawrence Sanders' mysteries featuring the character of Captain Edward X. Delaney was like looking in a mirror, sammich-wise.
He was singularly creative, and I learned that really good works must be eaten over the sink, standing up.
Counting unhatched chickens?Quote:
Originally Posted by j2k4
BTW, I may have scored a set of Mustang Bullet wheels for the 7...will find out tomorrow.
Oh, they're nice.
The boss has his in storage and he says he misses them.