Sarlat-la-Canéda, foie gras capital of France, beautiful city, had a similar effect on me. I think the foie gras ban for me was as long as practicing Dry January...10 days max! Then the divine salvation of foie gras producing ducks, reflux, hit me as well! I do love your vivid look at life!
A superb and sublime piece. I particularly liked the "Dead Ducks Walking" business.
"They raise Moulards, a cross breed of Pekin and Muscovy, which can neither quack nor reproduce." Given these particulars, my guess is that with no speech or sexual Congress allowed, they are pleased to become a yummy pleasure for people who appreciate them.
This is another hilarious entry! My favorite line in this one: ... if I wanted a shitting machine in my apartment ,I would have ordered one from Hammacher Schlemmer.
I have this notion--it's really not a fantasy--that I could be Teri Hatcher's inamorato.
I figure if this one-time Desperate Housewife could have a one-time tryst with Andrew Dice Clay, she's certainly capable of pulling another boner with me.
I use this as a parable for your liaison with Foie Gras. I'm hardly one to cast aspersions on the choices anyone (except Teri Hatcher) make, on the other hand, there's something to be said for self-indulgence, and what's wrong with digging in?
wanted to be first to tell you before the others come for your soul its "Dead Man Walking"
erase this comment after you edit as for the rest was reminded by this to take out a frozen t-bone for dinner i bought on special a week ago 4 for $20 and now i feel like a war criminal i shudda slept in
You got to get up early to help me catch these stupid mistakes. My friend Toni (Okay, she;s on Paris time) caught it just before you did. Enjoy the you know what.
Sarlat-la-Canéda, foie gras capital of France, beautiful city, had a similar effect on me. I think the foie gras ban for me was as long as practicing Dry January...10 days max! Then the divine salvation of foie gras producing ducks, reflux, hit me as well! I do love your vivid look at life!
A superb and sublime piece. I particularly liked the "Dead Ducks Walking" business.
"They raise Moulards, a cross breed of Pekin and Muscovy, which can neither quack nor reproduce." Given these particulars, my guess is that with no speech or sexual Congress allowed, they are pleased to become a yummy pleasure for people who appreciate them.
This is another hilarious entry! My favorite line in this one: ... if I wanted a shitting machine in my apartment ,I would have ordered one from Hammacher Schlemmer.
I almost choked on that one.
BRAVA!!!
Is this the same as gigolos and gigolettes?
PS -i found a typo, but in the spirit of the holiday season I'm not going to mention it.
Jon,
Waiter/actor, champagne for this man!!
Happy New Year, Jon.
- J.
Good one.
I'm so with you on this experience . . .
The Times letting you go was a worst decision than hiring Bill Keller as executive editor, and that was bad. Hilarious.
I have this notion--it's really not a fantasy--that I could be Teri Hatcher's inamorato.
I figure if this one-time Desperate Housewife could have a one-time tryst with Andrew Dice Clay, she's certainly capable of pulling another boner with me.
I use this as a parable for your liaison with Foie Gras. I'm hardly one to cast aspersions on the choices anyone (except Teri Hatcher) make, on the other hand, there's something to be said for self-indulgence, and what's wrong with digging in?
Reflux. It finally put me out of foie gras territory.
wanted to be first to tell you before the others come for your soul its "Dead Man Walking"
erase this comment after you edit as for the rest was reminded by this to take out a frozen t-bone for dinner i bought on special a week ago 4 for $20 and now i feel like a war criminal i shudda slept in
A.K.,
You got to get up early to help me catch these stupid mistakes. My friend Toni (Okay, she;s on Paris time) caught it just before you did. Enjoy the you know what.
- J.
assuming you mean the t-bone or nap not snowstorm as in winter i live in L.A. (lower alabama)
heh