oldskool wrote:Thinking about turning this thread into a book. Names will be changed to protect the innocent.
You should already have my agent's contact info. If you don't contact them first, my people will be in touch with your people. We'll do lunch sometime.
Is there anything worse than popping a pistachio in your mouth, cracking open the shell with your teeth, then biting into the nut & finding it's bad? "Honey? Where's the bleach?"
1st 5er wrote:Is that the way you're supposed to do it?
ldsbeaker wrote:I wonder the same thing. I pop them open with my fingers, but feel i may he losing out on some taste from the shells...
I swing both ways -- with pistachios. You definitely get a different flavor when you pop them shell & all in your mouth than when you extract the nut and discard the shell/husks. Lots more salt too (depending on the brand.) If I'm at home, I'll pull the shells apart and just eat the nut. If I'm driving I'll generally crack them open in my mouth (mostly to keep a hand free for steering) and keep a cup handy to spit the shells into. But the problem last night was a stubborn one that I couldn't crack by hand, so I let my teeth do the job of splitting it open...
Nasty surprise was waiting inside.
Family still in town. Going golfing instead of fishing tomorrow. Hell, next thing you know I'll stop wearing white after labor day and start eating with my elbows at my sides.
Looked up at the clock at work tonight, it said 5:05, quitting time is 5, and I said to myself I'm taking off early today. And I did. Home at a quarter to 6! I can't remember the last time I was home that early on a standard work day.
I was really worried about my hops fueled evacuations just now but then realized my lunch consisted of many freshly harvested asparagus spears and, well, hops. MuRrrrR
Once upon a time, a Handsome good looking Prince asked a beautiful Princess Will you marry me? The Princess said NO)And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and fucked skinny big titted broads and golfed And played hockey and went to the gym and strip clubs and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, tequila, beer and rum and never heard bitching. He ate pussies and ass fucked cheerleaders and kept his house and all his guns. And all his friends and family thought he was fuckin cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up ..... The end...
Being happily married and dad to four great kids, I could probably write an 'alternative' not-so-happy ending for Brian's fairy tale, but... Nah.
It's Friday.
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Home at a quarter to 6! I can't remember the last time I was home that early on a standard work day. 
BRAVO 
