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Broke Nose: April 2009
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Monday, April 20, 2009. Tricks of the Trade. My baby sister told me how she learned at her pole dancing class that the classical Ass Slap. Is a sneaky way to wipe the sweat off your hand so you don't slip off the pole. I guess it takes a lot of strength to be able to pole dance, which is why lots and lots of girls are taking it up. What the fuck ever happened to riveting? Links to this post. Monday, April 6, 2009. Are you googling 'Stupid, Fucking Boyfriend? Ignoring the "OR" in the image below-. Are you...
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Broke Nose: Going on Blast
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011. So it's my birthday, and once again I've put a ton of hours into making something for you to love. (See how you can thank me at the bottom of this post.). Earlier in the year I met a girl from the internet. She was hyper conservative and uncomfortable around black people. She forgot that she gave me her blog address, and consequently had no idea I was reading the shit she was posting about me. Fortunately, shitty people exist! So, I have made dramatic readings of her posts. Url=htt...
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Cats On Toast: Thicker skin, thinner pasta.
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Thicker skin, thinner pasta. With spring quarter classes over and my stepson's summer visit with us over, I knew I had to find a job. I had what I thought was a promising interview with a "mobile restaurant" that resulted in fuck-all (really, don't tell someone you'll call them once you've completed the work schedule if you aren't going to hire them- that's cold! Then I had a somewhat unpromising interview that did result in a call back for me to make pasta. Not with a job offer, but for a stage. Anyway,...
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Broke Nose: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Links to this post. Monday, October 26, 2009. When my youngest sister's,. Got out of jail, she gave him a key to her new apartment, with a keychain that reads "Welcome Home.". Now that he's back in Jail, he doesn't need it anymore. Nor does he need any of the other stuff on The Table. Links to this post. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Check out the CIA world Fact Book. Total population: 0.97 male(s)/female (2009 est.). Oh sweet, more girls than guys. Oh snap, it's all old women!
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Cats On Toast: January 2009
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Last week was sort of a shock because I had no idea how difficult it would be to make so much food in a couple of hours. Tuesday, I was on sandwiches being sold to whomever it is that eats at the community college. I just hoped they would sell. What I did: fresh mozzarella, arugula, roasted red peppers and tapenade on foccacia. Re-cap of past weeks I've neglected this blog and then some. Let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya! Now it's the second quarter, and I feel a lot less intimidated by th...
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Broke Nose: My Crappy Week
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Monday, March 21, 2011. Click images to enlarge. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pics from my phone. Author Favorites (where he talks about himself). They're Back in Town Plus One. Tried to Start Something. It Takes A Villiage. A Card With Some Money. Tricks of the Trade. Are You Googling Stupid Fucking Boyfriend? Like it or not, I'm masturbating to you tonight. Beacon Lights: A Beacon Hill Blog. A Modest Proposal: About the Utilities. Marissa falco presents: miss sequential. Working Girls Doodle Pad.
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Cats On Toast: September 2008
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Coffee, forced socialization, orientation, quails' eggs. Without any reasonable excuse, I've already fallen behind on my project of documenting my culinary school experience. Yeah! That's what I'm doing here. It makes you feel extremely tense and uncomfortable? That was how that was for me. After the show, we shuffled off to our classes, where we read many syllabuses. Week one, to be continued.). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Love You Like Cooked Food. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid.
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Cats On Toast: Amusing Freudian slip for you.
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Amusing Freudian slip for you. While typing up my paper on the history of women in professional kitchens, I meant to type, ".and studied privately with well-regarded chefs," but actually wrote "well-raged chefs". Total accident. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Love You Like Cooked Food. Dlisted - Be Very Afraid. Eric Ripert Avec Eric. Lil Dicks That Cant Fuck. NYT Dining and Wine. One D at a Time. Professional Sweetheart, Former Kid Detective: SOCKS UP. Who Did What To Who.
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Cats On Toast: February 2009
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I was so pained at the end of school today, I stopped for a couple of mimosas and a marzipan peach on my way home. I'm all better now. Dumb gorillas in the midst. Well, I wasn't.) Cleaning the grill isn't a big deal, but the grill marks that are supposed to be on the cakes won't come with them when they're removed from the grill. Good thing they have two sides to choose from for presentation! This is stupid for me to even mention because it's just so damned silly, but to flesh this post out, I'm gonna!
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Broke Nose: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Billy Mays, I guess, died of heart failure, but he still wasn't wearing his seat belt when his flight landed. Billy Mays was rich in money, rich in spirit, and probably a dick in every other department. I had an isle seat, sharing my row with a woman and her father. On take-off, both the woman and myself noticed a strip of vapor streaming from the engine. She and I both thought it was an aeronautical emergency but her father assured us that it was just clouds getting sliced. After...
