Can't argue with that. But after scrolling through the comments, if I read 'roast beef' once more, I'm going to hit the kitchen & grumble at you; I think I forgot to eat dinner. *face-palm*
I'd happily accept your roast beast. Different time & place we could have some fun with this, but I have every intention of behaving.
've got some tricked-out leftover pizza I can attack, but I figure it's not so good to chow down this late. Buuut I may have to. Man, Arby's sounds fabulous. *head-laptop*
honestly, i had considered starting a flirt-with-me-outrageously thread. a non-filtered one (or not particularly filtered one). it would also be a sort of no-context-theatre thing.
not sure what i was looking for with it. certainly not anything specific. just a lack of... well, a lack of my current space.
anyway, though-- you should totally have tricked out leftover pizza. there's a saying about that in fact. let me google it.
ah, here it is:
sad and tricked-out leftover pizza is better than sad and no tricked-out leftover pizza.
*nodding* I figure we'll all just kind of follow your lead. Unless you take us towards neon spandex; there I cannot go.
Oh man, the boys are horrified by the very look of it & I caught T not so sneakily scraping bits of it off into the sink last night; who knew running it through the garden was such a turn-off?
hmmm, well, ask a certain delightful blonde/blue-haired/pink-haired/braided/who-knows-what that you know, if i am the king of "tricked out pizza" and she will tell you "yes, Chef!"
i know whereof i speak.
however, i'm not certain a trapse through the garden is what a pizza needs (assuming this is what you are talking about).
but if you were digging on it, then at Late O'Clock, that is all that matters, in the realm of tricked-out leftover pizza.
(p.s. i dropped you an email. my assumption was that if you are getting notifications of these LJ responses, you were seeing your email, too. but i figured there was the possibility one way or another, that you didn't get my email just now)
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roast beef
roast beef
Is it like the Candyman?
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OMMNOMMNOMM...
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i mostly forget to eat everything but dinner. ish.
i don't know. i have a meal, not sure what it's called when you only have one. "Meal", i guess.
i'd bring you a roa*st be*ef if i could. i wouldn't be happy, but i wouldn't stop you from being happy.
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've got some tricked-out leftover pizza I can attack, but I figure it's not so good to chow down this late. Buuut I may have to. Man, Arby's sounds fabulous. *head-laptop*
(How did spell-check miss 'fablous'??)
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honestly, i had considered starting a flirt-with-me-outrageously thread. a non-filtered one (or not particularly filtered one). it would also be a sort of no-context-theatre thing.
not sure what i was looking for with it. certainly not anything specific. just a lack of... well, a lack of my current space.
anyway, though-- you should totally have tricked out leftover pizza. there's a saying about that in fact. let me google it.
ah, here it is:
sad and tricked-out leftover pizza is better than sad and no tricked-out leftover pizza.
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Oh man, the boys are horrified by the very look of it & I caught T not so sneakily scraping bits of it off into the sink last night; who knew running it through the garden was such a turn-off?
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i know whereof i speak.
however, i'm not certain a trapse through the garden is what a pizza needs (assuming this is what you are talking about).
but if you were digging on it, then at Late O'Clock, that is all that matters, in the realm of tricked-out leftover pizza.
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