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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on September 14, 2013, 04:34:14 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/115731210
Oh my.
Lucinda (17,223 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 01:41 PM
What's for Dinner ~ Saturday Sept 14th
The problem is, dear sweet old Lu never says what she's fixing for the bewhiskered overalled husband Bill, he with the face of a Pennsylvania Dutch farmer; it's like she's "too busy" to write something out.
Anyway.
NJCher (15,736 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 01:45 PM
1. Stuffed Peppers!
I'm making stuffed peppers. I have beautiful yellow peppers!
I saw some at one of our grocery stores that has some nice displays of prepared food. They were $5.99 each (on sale!).
I said to myself that mine would be better and cost a lot less. Do you think I can make six stuffed peppers for $36?
pinto (99,590 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 02:48 PM
2. I would hazard a guess at under $20 all told?
peppers you already have on hand
ground beef
1 onion
a few cloves garlic
rice
tomato sauce
spices on hand
whatever else you toss into the mix
livetohike (14,977 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 03:28 PM
3. Definitely! Your peppers will be much, much better too.
cbayer (123,893 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 03:56 PM
5. $5.99 each? I'd much rather have them made at home and it will cost you much less.
livetohike (14,977 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 03:29 PM
4. Orecchietti with peas, caramalized onions, parmesan, salad and crostini
cbayer (123,893 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 03:57 PM
6. Leftover chili and cornbread.
Did a little too much imbibing last night and am recovering.
Not repeating it tonight, that's for sure. This is what happens when I don't go out for a month or two.
Now, isn't the cbayer primitive a little too old--actually, decades too old--to be going out and getting tanked up as if she were still a college co-ed?
Don't primitives ever grow up?
greatauntoftriplets (132,299 posts) Sat Sep 14, 2013, 04:08 PM
7. A Trader Joe's chicken pot pie.
<<<having mashed potatoes topped with sour cream for supper.
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Do you think I can make six stuffed peppers for $36?
NO. Your a DUmmie.
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Did a little too much imbibing last night and am recovering.
I never figured the cbayer primitive for a souse. Alcohol and boating can be a dangerous mix and to top it off she's a DUmmy. That's skating on thin ice or, as sailors say, sailing close to the wind.
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I never figured the cbayer primitive for a souse. Alcohol and boating can be a dangerous mix and to top it off she's a DUmmy. That's skating on thin ice or, as sailors say, sailing close to the wind.
She's got one adult son--and other adult children--who when a juvenile was apparently delinquent, and had to enroll in some law-enforcement program to get "scared straight."
It's no wonder he almost turned to a life of crime; when he was growing up, mom was always hitting the bottle instead of paying attention to him. I have no doubt when he needed his report cards from school signed, he had to go from bar to bar, looking for her.
Primitive family values.
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I want to reach out to the cbayer primitive and urge her to repent before it's too late. We've already lost Natalie, we don't want to lose you too.
The autopsy also found that Wood's blood alcohol level was 0.14%, and there were traces of two types of medication in her bloodstream: a motion-sickness pill and a painkiller, which increase the effects of alcohol.[46] Following his investigation, Los Angeles County coroner Thomas Noguchi ruled her death an accident by drowning and hypothermia.[47] According to the coroner, Natalie Wood had been drinking and may have slipped while trying to re-board the dinghy.[45]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalie_Wood
(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i475/Delmar59/natalie_wood-07_zpsa15fb218.jpg) (http://s1095.photobucket.com/user/Delmar59/media/natalie_wood-07_zpsa15fb218.jpg.html)
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Dedicated to the cbayer primitive:
Mother, dear mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home after shopping
As soon as your day's romp was done;
Our stove is gone cold, our house is all dark,
And father's been watching since tea,
With poor baby brother so sick in his arms
And no one to help him but me,
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
Hear the sweet voice of the child,
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam;
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers
"Please mother, dear mother, come home."
Mother, dear mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and brother is worse
But he has been calling for you:
Indeed he is worse, pa says he will die--
Perhaps before morning shall dawn;
And this is the message he sent me to bring
"Come quickly, or he will be gone."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
Mother, dear Mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long,
For poor weeping father and me;
Yes, we are alone, poor brother is dead,
And gone with the angels of light;
And these were the very last words that he said
"I want to kiss mama good-night."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
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I was just about to ask you what tune that was to . . . then I remembered that it was pointless to ask . . . :thatsright: :o
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/115731210
Oh my.
The problem is, dear sweet old Lu never says what she's fixing for the bewhiskered overalled husband Bill, he with the face of a Pennsylvania Dutch farmer; it's like she's "too busy" to write something out.
She's reluctant to say, because most days she just fixes him a hamburger, pressed down hard, so as to squeeze out every drop of grease, and french fries on the grill.
Since there are no foreign words in that, she's afraid it would make her sound like a bumpkin.
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She's reluctant to say, because most days she just fixes him a hamburger, pressed down hard, so as to squeeze out every drop of grease, and french fries on the grill.
Since there are no foreign words in that, she's afraid it would make her sound like a bumpkin.
You know, dear old sweet Lu's also the hostess of the witchcraft and sorcery forum on Skins's island, but she's never there. I dunno what she was thinking when she wanted to become hostess of the cooking and baking forum when the new DU got underway--maybe she was thinking it's only an empty title, like being an admiral in the Nebraska Navy (yes, there is such a thing).
Primitives love titles and status, but they sure as Hell hate work.
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I never figured the cbayer primitive for a souse. Alcohol and boating can be a dangerous mix and to top it off she's a DUmmy. That's skating on thin ice or, as sailors say, sailing close to the wind.
As far as I know drinking is required to own a boat.
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I never figured the cbayer primitive for a souse. Alcohol and boating can be a dangerous mix and to top it off she's a DUmmy.
The thread slayer and her husband live onboard a tiny boat, with no other home. They have maybe fifty or sixty square feet of space total, including sanitary facilities, and spend nearly all their time tied to a dock in California. It would be an unbearable life if they didn't spend most of the time drunk.
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I never figured the cbayer primitive for a souse. Alcohol and boating can be a dangerous mix and to top it off she's a DUmmy. That's skating on thin ice or, as sailors say, sailing close to the wind.
They probably spend most of their time docked at the marina.
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The thread slayer and her husband live onboard a tiny boat, with no other home. They have maybe fifty or sixty square feet of space total, including sanitary facilities, and spend nearly all their time tied to a dock in California. It would be an unbearable life if they didn't spend most of the time drunk.
Oh now, remember the main purpose of the cbayer primitive's husband for this living-on-a-boat thing.
He's striving to attain the minimal life-style, using up as few resources as possible.
So they live on a 300-square-foot boat, with few of the comforts of home.
However.
However.
However.
They live on the boat only part of the time; the rest of the time, they're running around the country, even to former British East Africa, traveling first class and staying in opulent five-star hotels and dining at decadent five-star restaurants.
In fact, they seem to be living on the boat less than they're living high off the boat.
So whatever resources they "save" by living on the boat, they're spending several times over in their gadding about. They're diminishing the planet, not preserving it.
****ing hypocrites.
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$5.99 apiece for yellow peppers? Holy crap! Is the yellow from their high gold content?
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Three hundred square feet or so is the entire surface area of the boat from stem to stern.
The living space inside is a small fraction in the center. One has to stand sideways for the other to pass.
Many of us have master bedroom closets with more space than their entire domicile.
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$5.99 apiece for yellow peppers? Holy crap! Is the yellow from their high gold content?
At least they think so, but the source of the yellow is really something else . . .
:pisscontest: