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hal sparks says thanks

potatoes seem to like me: "don't stop! make it pop! DJ blow'n the speakers up! tonight!"

Posted on 2010.02.10 at 22:20
Current Location: Ground Zero
Humeur actuelle: None, or other:
Musique actuelle: all night dance factory
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(It takes me 5-10 minutes just to do one comment - so: Since so many of you made such GREAT posts & comments lately, I am going to wait until I can spend a lot of time doing nothing but commenting, so please be patient with me and I also prefer cremation).

Baked potatoes are so FUN to eat! I'm having a baked potato party! I'm the only one here... But that sometimes works out nicely. I'm using ketchup. As most all of you know by heart, I make some kind of shrimp sauce and add it to my ketchup, making everything it touches pure ADDICTION. The secret is lemon, beet juice, apple cider vinegar, onion powder, stevia, salt, pepper, and UFOs.

The problem with baked potatoes is that they never cool down - especially when they're still in the tin foil, or when they're in the oven, with the heat turned on. Last year, they found a baked potato in Egypt that was 3,000 years old and it was still 145 degrees. And the other problem is what to do with the tin foil. Unlike most people, I don't go the TP route, I usually wrap it around my head and dare my neighbours to beat me at an impromptu game of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?"

My dog and I are recovering from the whole earthquake thing - our circadian riddems were all messed up when the Aliens descended and watched World News Now all night. Dog was vomitting today and yesterday, but that is related to tomatoes and pickles I let him nibble. Also to all his excitement yesterday, when, instead of coming in from outside, he scampered like a bullet all over the place, and wrapped my feet up in dog rope. He's been acting slightly down today, slightly on edge, and slightly in need of pampering. After the scare last night. And he's become a little too sensitive to me being fun all the time, trying to chase him with a large XMas wrapping tube all over the place, making the neighbours want to call the cops on me - I dunno why - because I never got them presents?

Doggie just wanted to relax today. As I wrapped up baked potatoes to throw at the neighbours. omg! Ketchup EVERYWHERE!

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freaky_rara
freaky_rara at 2010-02-11 04:53 (UTC) (Lien)
Heh, enjoy your petetoes. And may doggie find peace. Mine are both whooped.

Me, too.
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madman101 at 2010-02-13 15:06 (UTC) (Lien)
hello - thank you for holding my hand through the aftermath - fema has not yet arrived - however me and dog are finally resting up - and the basement slaves are working again - i'm sorry if i contributed to your whoopishness - i think we're doing fairly well considering it's the end of the world - so have a nice day and avoid constipated people
catita_jolie
catita_jolie at 2010-02-11 11:44 (UTC) (Lien)
UFOs do tend to add that little something special. I use them when I make pancakes -- lightly sprinkled... TRY IT!
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2010-02-13 15:11 (UTC) (Lien)
hello my nice new aussie friend - yes, UFOs are fun to eat - but i've never had them in pancakes - i shall try that the next time i am in the woods harvesting them - nothing like camping in the outback with some extraterrestrial tucker
catita_jolie
catita_jolie at 2010-02-13 23:35 (UTC) (Lien)
Pancaked UFOs ARE a delicacy -- it may not be to your liking, but def worth the try XD
sara
saraara at 2010-02-11 17:40 (UTC) (Lien)
I don't have anything of worth to add but I laughed hard at the Egyptian potato comment =P
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2010-02-13 15:15 (UTC) (Lien)
hello my child of the universe - you always have something of worth to add - and people LIKE you, darn it -

thank you for laughing - i think that is my favourite comment, when someone says they lol at one of my so-called jokes -

and no matter how far you and i drift apart, we will always have potatoes
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