iirc, my fortune cookie said something lolarious.
THE YEAR OF THE TIGER WAS USHERED IN WITH MUCH FOOD:
cheese wontons
spring rolls
fried tofu
spicy chicken wontons
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royal beef
peking duck
dried hot chinese string beans
general tso's shrimp
vegetable lo mein
taiwanese basil chicken
young chao fried rice
Yeah, baby, I think we glutted. arsenicjade and I obviously have different peking duck pancake assembling ways. I am fairly sure neither of us are right.
This year saw the congregation of: earthly_gnome, idyll, emquilxy
sthayashi and the illustrious Emily, and like me and Arsenic and the kidlet. SIR SLEEPS-A-LOT WAS NOT THERE, so we could not reenact the rehearsal dinner fox pass of
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (passing Arsenic the shrimp stuffed whole fish) Here, have some fish.
Arsenic: It's not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (looks at fish) But it's fish.
Arsenic: Alas, still not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (disbelieving) But it's fish.
Arsenic: It has shrimp, so it's not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: O_o But it's fish.
Arsenic: >:\
Amanda's Future Cousin: Ooooookay, let's get you some rice!
Nevertheless the kidlet was decked out:
Unhappy now, but there were smiles later:
Aaaaaand then for crimmas Gnome and Idyll gave her a pair of Elmo vibrating tickling gloves that play music, for which they must die. But:
I admit, they're pretty funny. They weren't funny when they were pressed to my face at assfuck this morning, singing their song.
ARSENIC: So I had a dream this morning.
AMAND-R: Was Elmo in your dream?
ARSENIC: Sort of yeah. I was the lead singer in a Janis Joplin cover band.
AMAND-R: …
ARSENIC: And we were practicing, and I couldn't remember any of the words for the songs because Disney on Ice was rehearsing next door and they were singing the Elmo Song.
But yeah, we got home last night and decimated the pie, then watched PCU and the episode of US QAF where Justin was working as a dancer at Babylon and goes to the party where they drug and almost rape him, because that's as close to hookerfic in the QaF world as you can get. I had two giant glasses of Pimm's and lemonade and alas. No drunkles.
AMAND-R: (tells a convoluted plan to only speak in ways that will force Arsenic to respond by displaying some legal knowledge)
ARSENIC: Now that you've warned me, I think it will be easy to spot
AMAND-R: You won't remember.
ARSENIC: Yah, no, I think my recall is better than yours.
AMAND-R: No it's not
ARSENIC: Saying it doesn't make it true, Amanda.
AMAND-R: You lie.
ARSENIC: Your blurring of the lines of reality and fiction is stunning, and nearly like German Expressionism.
AMAND-R: German Expressionism is an oxy-moron.
ARSENIC: (explaining the hookerfic she is reading) So they take him to the diner and-
AMAND-R: Why is there always a diner?
ARSENIC: Because when you're a whore there has to be a diner somewhere. I dunno. It's a thing.
AMAND-R: (goes into the dining room and types this on the computer)
AMAND-R: (explains the Avatar-otherkin wank) So now, like, these people saw the movie and they're all, "I knew that I was different, but I didn't know until I saw Avatar that I'm a Na'vi trapped in a human body."
ARSENIC: o_O
AMAND-R: Yeah, and the other otherkin are all like, "Back the fuck up, man. I may have the soul of a unicorn, but the Na'vi are from a movie."
She leaves today. SADFACE.
ARSENIC: (tells a sad personal story) and so yeah.
AMAND-R: Awwww. Sadface
ARSENIC: Very true.
AMAND-R: (driving, musing. Opera voice) Saaaaaaaaaad faaaaaaaaaaace.
ARSENIC: Uhm.
AMAND-R: I don't know what that was about.
ARSENIC: I gathered.
AMAND-R: I have no content check for things that leave my mouth.
ARSENIC: It might now surprise you that by now, we've all figured that out.
I will miss you, my dalek squaw.
cheese wontons
spring rolls
fried tofu
spicy chicken wontons
----
royal beef
peking duck
dried hot chinese string beans
general tso's shrimp
vegetable lo mein
taiwanese basil chicken
young chao fried rice
Yeah, baby, I think we glutted. arsenicjade and I obviously have different peking duck pancake assembling ways. I am fairly sure neither of us are right.
This year saw the congregation of: earthly_gnome, idyll, emquilxy
sthayashi and the illustrious Emily, and like me and Arsenic and the kidlet. SIR SLEEPS-A-LOT WAS NOT THERE, so we could not reenact the rehearsal dinner fox pass of
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (passing Arsenic the shrimp stuffed whole fish) Here, have some fish.
Arsenic: It's not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (looks at fish) But it's fish.
Arsenic: Alas, still not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: (disbelieving) But it's fish.
Arsenic: It has shrimp, so it's not kosher.
Sir Sleeps-A-Lot: O_o But it's fish.
Arsenic: >:\
Amanda's Future Cousin: Ooooookay, let's get you some rice!
Nevertheless the kidlet was decked out:
Unhappy now, but there were smiles later:
Aaaaaand then for crimmas Gnome and Idyll gave her a pair of Elmo vibrating tickling gloves that play music, for which they must die. But:
I admit, they're pretty funny. They weren't funny when they were pressed to my face at assfuck this morning, singing their song.
ARSENIC: So I had a dream this morning.
AMAND-R: Was Elmo in your dream?
ARSENIC: Sort of yeah. I was the lead singer in a Janis Joplin cover band.
AMAND-R: …
ARSENIC: And we were practicing, and I couldn't remember any of the words for the songs because Disney on Ice was rehearsing next door and they were singing the Elmo Song.
But yeah, we got home last night and decimated the pie, then watched PCU and the episode of US QAF where Justin was working as a dancer at Babylon and goes to the party where they drug and almost rape him, because that's as close to hookerfic in the QaF world as you can get. I had two giant glasses of Pimm's and lemonade and alas. No drunkles.
AMAND-R: (tells a convoluted plan to only speak in ways that will force Arsenic to respond by displaying some legal knowledge)
ARSENIC: Now that you've warned me, I think it will be easy to spot
AMAND-R: You won't remember.
ARSENIC: Yah, no, I think my recall is better than yours.
AMAND-R: No it's not
ARSENIC: Saying it doesn't make it true, Amanda.
AMAND-R: You lie.
ARSENIC: Your blurring of the lines of reality and fiction is stunning, and nearly like German Expressionism.
AMAND-R: German Expressionism is an oxy-moron.
ARSENIC: (explaining the hookerfic she is reading) So they take him to the diner and-
AMAND-R: Why is there always a diner?
ARSENIC: Because when you're a whore there has to be a diner somewhere. I dunno. It's a thing.
AMAND-R: (goes into the dining room and types this on the computer)
AMAND-R: (explains the Avatar-otherkin wank) So now, like, these people saw the movie and they're all, "I knew that I was different, but I didn't know until I saw Avatar that I'm a Na'vi trapped in a human body."
ARSENIC: o_O
AMAND-R: Yeah, and the other otherkin are all like, "Back the fuck up, man. I may have the soul of a unicorn, but the Na'vi are from a movie."
She leaves today. SADFACE.
ARSENIC: (tells a sad personal story) and so yeah.
AMAND-R: Awwww. Sadface
ARSENIC: Very true.
AMAND-R: (driving, musing. Opera voice) Saaaaaaaaaad faaaaaaaaaaace.
ARSENIC: Uhm.
AMAND-R: I don't know what that was about.
ARSENIC: I gathered.
AMAND-R: I have no content check for things that leave my mouth.
ARSENIC: It might now surprise you that by now, we've all figured that out.
I will miss you, my dalek squaw.