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R. Linda:
To answer your question, yes you can buy Shiraz in a package store. Where else would you buy it unless you are squishing grapes in your living room. While you are treating yourself, why not cook up a steak to go with it. Very complimentary combo. Now don't I sound the gay chef. You seem to delight in doing that to me.
I be in a stupid mood tonight. It is called going totally goofy -- that courtesty of Argiebelle and it is because of her I be this way. Earlier, I went to the First Amendment for drinks with an office full of coworkers and talk about blotto, empty stomach said time to shut Gabe's brain down.
I since stopped at a Burger King and had me something with meat in it (no, I don't remember what it was, could have been dog for all I know), and as soon as I got in me door, I got hit with Argiebelle. Talk about wanting to puke, she was dressed in spring green tights, matching ballet shoes, this wispy see-though ballet skirt and an (ouch to the eyes), fuschia tank top. This all topped with pink and green hair. Imagine Cyndi Lauper.
I was so overcome I sank down onto the stairs and held me aching head in me hands hoping I was seeing an apparition. God help me but I can't see the fashion sense in this girl. Not that I be any pro when it comes to that, but I know a fashion victim when I see one, and Argiebelle is it.
One of us is in need of help and I thought it would end up being me if I had to sit there listening to her gabber on like a magpie over nothing. Finally, finally, she hushes me (a gesture that also made no sense since I wasn't talking), and tells me me roommate is about and he has knives.
I looked up at her and said, "What do you mean he has knives?" I wanted to add you NITWIT to that, but refrained.
She explained he came in a half hour before me with a bag which she accosted him in the hall over. She saw he had been to Kitchens, Etc., and wanted to know if he got a good buy. He didn't say anything but pushed on past her, but he wasn't fast enough. Oh no he wasn't and she isn't smart enough to realise he could be dangerous. She grabbed inside the bag (the bold hussy), and half pulled out his Chicago Knives Cutlery. Uh huh.
Of course she thinks he is going to use them on me as I sleep. I told her he was going to use them on veggies because he mentioned he was going to the kitchen store because he was tied of almost cutting his fingers off when trying to slice tomatoes for salad. He wanted to know if I needed anything while he was there, that is how I knew.
But no, she like the rest of the crazy women in this building, thinking he is a serial killer and I be next. I have a headache.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
To answer your question, yes you can buy Shiraz in a package store. Where else would you buy it unless you are squishing grapes in your living room. While you are treating yourself, why not cook up a steak to go with it. Very complimentary combo. Now don't I sound the gay chef. You seem to delight in doing that to me.
I be in a stupid mood tonight. It is called going totally goofy -- that courtesty of Argiebelle and it is because of her I be this way. Earlier, I went to the First Amendment for drinks with an office full of coworkers and talk about blotto, empty stomach said time to shut Gabe's brain down.
I since stopped at a Burger King and had me something with meat in it (no, I don't remember what it was, could have been dog for all I know), and as soon as I got in me door, I got hit with Argiebelle. Talk about wanting to puke, she was dressed in spring green tights, matching ballet shoes, this wispy see-though ballet skirt and an (ouch to the eyes), fuschia tank top. This all topped with pink and green hair. Imagine Cyndi Lauper.
I was so overcome I sank down onto the stairs and held me aching head in me hands hoping I was seeing an apparition. God help me but I can't see the fashion sense in this girl. Not that I be any pro when it comes to that, but I know a fashion victim when I see one, and Argiebelle is it.
One of us is in need of help and I thought it would end up being me if I had to sit there listening to her gabber on like a magpie over nothing. Finally, finally, she hushes me (a gesture that also made no sense since I wasn't talking), and tells me me roommate is about and he has knives.
I looked up at her and said, "What do you mean he has knives?" I wanted to add you NITWIT to that, but refrained.
She explained he came in a half hour before me with a bag which she accosted him in the hall over. She saw he had been to Kitchens, Etc., and wanted to know if he got a good buy. He didn't say anything but pushed on past her, but he wasn't fast enough. Oh no he wasn't and she isn't smart enough to realise he could be dangerous. She grabbed inside the bag (the bold hussy), and half pulled out his Chicago Knives Cutlery. Uh huh.
Of course she thinks he is going to use them on me as I sleep. I told her he was going to use them on veggies because he mentioned he was going to the kitchen store because he was tied of almost cutting his fingers off when trying to slice tomatoes for salad. He wanted to know if I needed anything while he was there, that is how I knew.
But no, she like the rest of the crazy women in this building, thinking he is a serial killer and I be next. I have a headache.
Gabe
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
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