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I like cardamom, apostrophes, my Wüsthof, blank verse, and the Brooklyn Bridge, though not always in that order. Come on in. I'll cook something.
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- Chin chin!
- No Toby, THIS fountain looks like it's peeing.
- Fermez la douche!
- Next halte: Zuerich Hauptbahnhof.
- Hop Hop Hop! Die Anders sind Flop! ...And all that...
- Sometimes I write things.
- Aw.
- Yeahr but no but yeahr but no but shut up!
- Oh! Unlucky!
- kittykittykittykittykittykitty...touch it!
- Do you get the smell of porter?
- Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- It's wery funny this vay.
- Wind me up 'til I'm winded.
- Proof of life, audio edition.
- What condition our condition was in.
- Just like Mighty Ducks. Without the winning.
- Also, I'm a Viking.
- You look like a monkey and you smell like one too!
- Oh man. I want it. (via BoingBoing)
- Bit o' this, bit o' that.
- Castle Grey Skull F.C.: Masters of the Universe.
- The devil you drink; sput and dervish, sputnik den...
- Posting that silly video reminded me of home. New ...
- I'm an auteur.
- Hey, remember Zuerich?
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5 comments:
With all the dinners you and Claire have made us, I feel like Seth and I should buy this for you. Maybe we can build one.
It cooks things cold?? You're blowing my mind.
I know, right?
I'm just thinking about making like instant semi-freddo. Pour the custard on there, scrape it around a bit, and voila! Dessert! And you blow everyone's mind in the process.
Josh, I'm sure you and Seth could build one out of an old snowblower engine, crepe pan, and a bucket of dry ice.
ker-azy. i would settle for my very own kitchenmaid (pink!), or, alternately, a kitchen with enough counter space for my very own kitchenmaid.
we gotta keep dreaming the impossible dream, sheena.
I don't know if you knew this, Leah, but I have that very Kitchenaid mixer (cotton-candy pink, that is). Not so much the counterspace for it, though. It has to live at the bottom of the kitchen closet until I pull it out and wipe the dust and cat hair off...
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