tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post110470684774753905..comments2024-03-21T03:27:00.283-04:00Comments on Kill The Goat: The Thing About Olives IsJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104925874187049552005-01-05T06:51:00.000-05:002005-01-05T06:51:00.000-05:00Sorry guys, actually, we had another daiquiri nigh...Sorry guys, actually, we had another daiquiri night last night, which is funny beccause Jason is not normally a daiquiri guy, but he did it for me, because I stopped taking my meds for 2 weeks of sins over the holidays, and this was my last big bang before going back on them. We went through so much liquor...a 750ml bottle, then a 375ml...and the thing about that is, I probably had at least that much to drink new year's eve, but you feel less guitly if you don't have to look at the empty bottles! Anyway, if you ever want a daiquiri, come on over. Any drink really, I used to bartend, I'm an excellent mixer.<br />Amy, of course I read the story, and yeah, that's one for the history books. <br />And Jin, don't feel too badly. I'm not just messy with food, I'm messy in general. Which is funny because I'm so tidy. I mean, my bedroom was never messy, I always make my bed, stuff is tidy...but then, once, I was sitting on the couch, and I dropped the remote (honestly, stuff just falls out of my hands somehow, all the freakin time!) and the remote, somehow, landed straight in my glass of juice that was on the floor, nothing but net, it never clanged the glass at all, just splash!<br />Berry juice all over the carpet...and a sticky, nonfunctioning remote that wasn't even ours, it belonged to the cable company for their digital cable whatever...so we retunred it to the store, paid an unbelievable price to replace it, brought it home, and I dropped martini all over it THAT VERY NIGHT.<br />That is the story of my life.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104895251239249242005-01-04T22:20:00.000-05:002005-01-04T22:20:00.000-05:00All I can say is YUM TO DAQUIRIS!
Wanna make me o...All I can say is YUM TO DAQUIRIS! <br />Wanna make me one? : pJeNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18334734884343731193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104892121966523722005-01-04T21:28:00.000-05:002005-01-04T21:28:00.000-05:003 yr old started calling them panties when compani...3 yr old started calling them panties when companies started making thongs for 5 yr olds.... wasn't it Saturday Night Live that had a skit about Diaper Thongs??Erin Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15689090055350850549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104868709315911582005-01-04T14:58:00.000-05:002005-01-04T14:58:00.000-05:00you see, the thing about your blog is that i only ...you see, the thing about your blog is that i only got through the first paragragh. i only got through the first paragraph because i thought you were making OLIVE DAIQUIRIS, and now that i've figured out you really weren't i have to go back and read the rest of it. that's the thing about olives.chirkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13858518959053006475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104859053552835482005-01-04T12:17:00.000-05:002005-01-04T12:17:00.000-05:00I've gotten into the habit of referring to all und...I've gotten into the habit of referring to all underwear as "pants", which I know will make no sense whenever I move back to America. Especially when I use "pants" as an interjection. Pants! See, it just doesn't translate ...Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13858301209619140855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104857212670560102005-01-04T11:46:00.000-05:002005-01-04T11:46:00.000-05:00(Places hand on hip and taps foot)...AND WHERE WER...(Places hand on hip and taps foot)...AND WHERE WERE OUR DAIQUIRIS AND SQISHY CHEESE????? HMMMM???? LOL.<br /><br />All I have to say is, after my lightening bug episode, spraining an ankle on an olive is something i could so see my clumsy self doing!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277601176571470952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104855887647436502005-01-04T11:24:00.000-05:002005-01-04T11:24:00.000-05:00Madame La Dropsy?
From this day forward that wil...Madame La Dropsy?<br /><br /><br />From this day forward that will be your new nickname around the house, gone are the days of Busty St. Claire.<br /><br /><br />-jason<br /><br />xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104801997293326922005-01-03T20:26:00.000-05:002005-01-03T20:26:00.000-05:00my boyfriend calls them "knickers." i laugh becaus...my boyfriend calls them "knickers." i laugh because it sounds so prissy.{illyria}https://www.blogger.com/profile/11333497030751042143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104801299032535922005-01-03T20:14:00.000-05:002005-01-03T20:14:00.000-05:00a) Amy, that's nothing...I have an old friend who ...a) Amy, that's nothing...I have an old friend who somehow works the fact that I once walked straight into a moving van into every third conversation, preferably in front of oodles of people (and in my defense, I must say that I am completely night blind, and this time, I had just walked out of a movie theatre and my pupils were doing a weird thing...and ditto for the time I walked into the tree).<br /><br />b) Jenn, you just may be my new best friend. I don't have a fondness for pimento. Kelly asked if it tasted different from the olive, and I guess it must, but I really couldn't say. It's just habit. Who taught me how to eat an olive?Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769026.post-1104799858200491372005-01-03T19:50:00.000-05:002005-01-03T19:50:00.000-05:00ha-ha. i suck out the pimento first when i eat oli...ha-ha. i suck out the pimento first when i eat olives too. it's the only way to go! :)jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15274232990287634757noreply@blogger.com