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Post by ramone on Feb 7, 2012 16:00:39 GMT -5
Me open up a Diner? ? Scarey thought..... Dedicated to Beatles music....some of the food items to consider Glass Onion Rings Yellow Submarine Sandwich For You Blueberry Pie Tangerine Cream and Marmelade Pies Help me out Letter B...what else should this "diner" offer? BTW, DOC if you happen to catch this thread, you can contribute some ideas as well..... Apple fool (on the hill)
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Post by iameye on Feb 7, 2012 16:00:59 GMT -5
He sees ME, Ramone. Do you? How's your eyesight?
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Post by iameye on Feb 7, 2012 16:04:34 GMT -5
Me open up a Diner? ? Scarey thought..... Dedicated to Beatles music....some of the food items to consider Glass Onion Rings Yellow Submarine Sandwich For You Blueberry Pie Tangerine Cream and Marmelade Pies Help me out Letter B...what else should this "diner" offer? BTW, DOC if you happen to catch this thread, you can contribute some ideas as well..... Apple fool (on the hill) On the Hill, yet a fool. Why IS that? Most people would die for that opportunity. Only knocks once, you know OK maybe twice but THAT's it. Mommy dear is gonna start giving SPANKINGS! ;D
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Post by ramone on Feb 7, 2012 16:50:53 GMT -5
"Have you seen Arlo?
He sees ME, Ramone. "
And with a connection to Mr Arlo, Mr. Carpenter's take on things -
"Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes"
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Post by iameye on Feb 7, 2012 18:58:16 GMT -5
What Ramone? You doubt my ability to make a decent breakfast in America? That's not what Zagat's said. I got numero uno in my class, which is fine dining btw. lol
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Post by B on Feb 8, 2012 5:26:15 GMT -5
Well now Rita, how could I possibly follow an act like that? I dunno. The Hippy Hippy Milk Shake? Woman is the Nword of the Whirrled Peas Please Please Me, whoah yeah, my donuts do. Ask me again later after i've had some coffee.
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Post by B on Feb 8, 2012 8:28:18 GMT -5
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Post by B on Feb 8, 2012 11:55:44 GMT -5
"Mama" Rita's RestaurantHey, what can I tell ya? It's all there: the 'obelisk', the egg/eye, the flying disks *. What more could you ask? *Can you find them all? Stop by eight days a week for a real Creme tangerine and Montélimar!
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Post by B on Feb 12, 2012 16:47:49 GMT -5
Lovely Rita stops at the beer distributor for some suds:
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Post by LOVELYRITA on Feb 14, 2012 20:25:31 GMT -5
Nellybelle stalled halfway through....it was a rough trip....
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Post by Jai Guru Deva on Mar 5, 2012 20:58:26 GMT -5
Martha evil eye chases RayLast Updated: 12:16 AM, March 4, 2012 Posted: 12:06 AM, March 4, 2012 There was a giant serving of frosting when dueling domestic divas Martha Stewart and Rachael Ray bumped into each other at hot new restaurant Il Buco Alimentaria & Vineria. The atmosphere froze over when the rival cuisine queens found themselves at nearby tables at the buzzy Great Jones Street eatery on Thursday night. Witnesses said Stewart, whose daytime television show was recently canceled, was “noticeably glaring in Ray’s direction throughout her meal.” Meanwhile, Ray, who was seated with Time magazine food writer Josh Ozersky, became visibly uncomfortable — so much so that after having her appetizer, she left with her main course in a doggie bag. Rachael Ray Sources told us Stewart may have the knives out because Ray’s daytime show is moving into her now-vacated studio. Another witness told us: “Martha was staring Rachael down as soon as she walked in with a group of friends. Martha looked disgruntled. You could definitely feel Martha’s heat in that kitchen.” A third source added: “They were both there for dinner unbeknownst to the other. Rachael’s daytime show is moving into Martha’s old studio. I’m sure Martha isn’t excited that Rachael is moving into her space. Rachael is fond of Martha; she’s had her on her show before. It was very uncomfortable for Rachael. She and her group had their appetizers, then asked for their entrees to go.” Relations between the two TV titans came to a boil once before, in 2009, after Stewart told “Nightline,” “[Rachael] just did a new cookbook, which is just a re-edit of a lot of her older recipes. And that’s not good enough for me . . . Rachael is different. She’s more of an entertainer . . . with her bubbly personality, than she is teacher, like me. That’s not what she’s professing to be.” Stewart later issued a half-apology. Ray’s spokesperson declined to comment, and Stewart’s rep said, “Martha was not aware Rachael was in the restaurant.” New York Post--Marth's Evil Eye Chases Ray
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Post by B on Mar 5, 2012 21:48:30 GMT -5
Too bad it didn't devolve into a food fight!
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Post by ramone on Mar 5, 2012 22:37:12 GMT -5
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Post by LOVELYRITA on Mar 6, 2012 10:58:36 GMT -5
Where was Paula Deen in the middle of this??? Now that could have been deadly if she had her butter involved.....
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Post by LOVELYRITA on Mar 6, 2012 11:11:31 GMT -5
Talk about dancing with the next top Chef.....or singing chef or fattest chef, or world's worst chef...or whatever is the recent wave of stupidity.....
The latest strange addiction was a woman who was addicted to picking her ears....
And this awakened the strange addiction in the life of Tory Dumbdiddy who realized her strange addiction was picking her nose. She had done this for 49 years of her 51 on earth....and she lives with a man who has a strange addiction to picking his butt. Well, you could just imagine this family at Thanksgiving.....
Not a pretty sight....Cousin Louie has an addiction of picking the lint out of his belly button....and Grandpa is addicted to braiding his eyebrow hair....and you can just guess what's next on the grossest family reunion addictions....
People from other countries who have no concept of "reality tv" would look at all of these strange things and wonder what happened to Americans.....
Something's in the air.....radioactive fallout, cow "emissions", holes in ozones....and it's not a good thing....
During this election year, we need to vote "reality tv" off the airwaves......
Go back to prefabricated stories of yuppies and offspring of rich people and watch their lives unwind rather than seeing how pathetic people are in these areas of over exposure to strange gases....
I say we have all gone mad....totally potty.....
Like the town is a perpetual burning heap and nobody seems to know why it happened....Poor Centralia....and other such towns across this vast land....
Yes watch out for the fumes.....it's affected our brains.....
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Post by B on Sept 8, 2012 17:12:17 GMT -5
from the New York PostOut-of-towners ‘Breaking Amish’ tradition in the Big Apple tonight at 8Linda Stasiwww.nypost.com/p/entertainment/tv/out_of_towners_UlJ6wJ8gvkOS8H5sXIl2qM#ixzz25upSLiyr"TLC — home to fat, freakish families, women who procreate too much and beauty pageants featuring tots dressed as sluts — finally has something you can watch without needing a shower. It’s called “Breaking Amish,” a reality series that follows five young adults who have lived a strict Amish existence all of their lives, but who have made the wrenching decision to leave their communities — and move to New York City. And by “leaving” they really mean “leaving.” As in for good and forever. There is simply no turning back — once a person leaves (it’s called “Breaking Amish”) they’re “shunned,” which means that for now and forever they are forbidden to return, and their families are forbidden to ever speak to them again. The participants here are 21-year old Kate, a natural beauty who is the bishop’s daughter. Her decision to leave and come to NYC in the hopes of becoming a model is heartbreaking in its naivete. Jeremiah, 32, is the oldest of the group. He was not born Amish but was adopted by an Amish family at birth. “I was thrown into the Amish trap,” he laments. “[Otherwise] my life would revolve around work and going slow all the time.” He is desperate to drive a car. To this end, on the first episode, he breaks up with his Amish fiance, who can’t begin to understand how — and why —he’d leave. “You know we’ll have to shun you,” she tells him. He knows. Twenty-two-year-old Abe, on the other hand, wants to marry Amish but knows that if he leaves, that dream will never happen. But he just wants to know what it would be like to be allowed to go beyond the eighth grade. His mother, on the other hand, is concerned that he’ll go to the beach and wear a “swimming outfit.” Sabrina is a 25-year-old woman who was also adopted. Coming originally from Italian and Puerto Rican stock, she wants to know what those cultures are really like. Instead, as the rumors spread about her leaving, she receives vicious hate mail — from the peace- loving Mennonite community in which she lives. (Mennonites are allowed to use electricity, so she has at least glimpsed the modern world.) Rebecca, 20, also wants to model. When she walks into her house to tell her parents that she wants to leave, we are witness to her being thrown out and set adrift. I can’t wait to see what happens to these innocents — who’ve never used a computer or a phone, or even had dental or skin care — when they hit the world’s roughest, most competitive city. Riveting and revealing. "---------------------------------I can't look. Really. [glow=purple,2,300]The horror![/glow] It's not, in this case, that it's mindless viewing and a waste of time. Au contraire. This is evil on so many levels that morbid fascination would compel me to watch. But fortunately, I am TV-less at the moment.
I can't stand being in New York, and I'm not even Amish. I mean, I grew up with electricity, cars, and so on, and still: It's the concrete jungle of never-ending noise, never-ending neon light, home to some of the greediest people on earth, grandiose, full of itself, artsy-fartsy, pretentious, shallow, foo foo and la-dee-da. Did I mention crowded, full of egos, and utterly mad? All at a frantic pace guaranteed to nauseate even the most zen among us.
And there's no respite. No peace, no fields, no birds singing sweetly in the evening breeze, no privacy, no cows. And these poor Amish kids are giving up their families for this?!So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? And cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war in the fields, For a lead role in a cage?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!P.S. Can someone tell me please, how it ends?
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Post by B on Sept 8, 2012 19:21:23 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Sept 8, 2012 19:38:56 GMT -5
Noooooooooooooooo! this is/was the most expensive apartment in NYC, The World and the Universe. I know. I paid for it The Girls that get next to me appreciate equity.
Infinity pool, and ALL the buyers are texting ME!
Man , I totally overpaid. Now I wanna sell. Hot Valet! Who gon' buy this House Today? who who who who?
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Post by iameye on Sept 8, 2012 20:13:11 GMT -5
Nobody takes those presidential contenders seriously. At least the next top chef has some talent! How True!, And I'll make you a Crème brûlée for dessert! want any?
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Post by iameye on Sept 8, 2012 20:48:54 GMT -5
from the New York PostI can't stand being in New York, and I'm not even Amish. I mean, I grew up with electricity, cars, and so on, and still: It's the concrete jungle of never-ending noise, never-ending neon light, home to some of the greediest people on earth, grandiose, full of itself, artsy-fartsy, pretentious, shallow, foo foo and la-dee-da. Did I mention crowded, full of egos, and utterly mad? All at a frantic pace guaranteed to nauseate even the most zen among us. And there's no respite. No peace, no fields, no birds singing sweetly in the evening breeze, no privacy, no cows. And these poor Amish kids are giving up their families for this?! [/color] So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? And cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war in the fields, For a lead role in a cage?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!P.S. Can someone tell me please, how it ends? [/quote] "I can't stand being in New York, and I'm not even Amish. I mean, I grew up with electricity, cars, and so on, and still: It's the concrete jungle of never-ending noise, never-ending neon light, home to some of the greediest people on earth, grandiose, full of itself, artsy-fartsy, pretentious, shallow, foo foo and la-dee-da. Did I mention crowded, full of egos, and utterly mad? All at a frantic pace guaranteed to nauseate even the most zen among us." well, apparently you've not lived there, and it's NOTHING like that. Even on Park Avenue lol Really, B, You're talking out your ass on THAT one. How does it end? well, I TOLD YOU ONCE, I'm sure. wish you were here
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Post by iameye on Sept 9, 2012 9:50:58 GMT -5
That spinach quiche recipe is gonna give you a HEART ATTACK-ack ack ack ack lol I said the same exact thing when I saw that recipe a few months ago Maybe something that delicious is worth a heart attack ;D Speaking of "Heart" attacks, don't we have an event to celebrate on Tuesday? lol ;D
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Post by B on Sept 9, 2012 9:57:05 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Sept 9, 2012 10:12:01 GMT -5
❁Everything's Cominging Up Roses!❁ [/b] ✰ featuring iameye, B, a cow, and The Feds! ✰ www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkJzUwOBaykAh yes, there's no business like show business![/quote] I had a dream, a dream about you, baby. It's gonna come true, baby. They think that we're through, but baby -
You'll be swell! You'll be great! Gonna have the whole world on a plate! Starting here, starting now, honey, everything's coming up roses!
Clear the decks! Clear the tracks! You've got nothing to do but relax.
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Post by B on Sept 11, 2012 13:33:18 GMT -5
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Post by B on Sept 11, 2012 14:10:48 GMT -5
;D
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