Good one. Yeah, a whole quiver of them, but I need to know I need to put one on.Quote:
Originally Posted by abraham
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Good one. Yeah, a whole quiver of them, but I need to know I need to put one on.Quote:
Originally Posted by abraham
It's Winter, you animal, respect the elements!
Hey, take it easy, or I'll post pics.Quote:
Originally Posted by PB
I think you're looking at this all wrong. Rather than you not wanting to be naked in your wife's FaceTime and therefore you owning the problem, maybe it's her problem. Let it all hang out, in your own home when we are not there, and if Naked Guy in her FaceTime bothers her or the other party, then she needs to fix the issue. You've already suggested the remedy. She needs to not be on FaceTime.Quote:
Originally Posted by old goat
BOGTFU
ballsorgetthefuckout
Heh, remember when that guy (cmcrawfor?) posted a picture here of his balls? You probably don’t remember, or you wouldn’t have posted that.Quote:
Originally Posted by PB
Has he been around lately. Maybe he got banned for that.
Looks like not so much. I think this was his last post here.Quote:
Originally Posted by old goat
https://www.tetongravity.com/forums/...41#post6247041
Unless it was ... what .... 30 years ago??? I was around but refused to participate. No trophy for me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Meadow Skipper
And my BOGTFO remark was in tended for the fem equivalent of TGRZ.
Cut up bell pepper in tomato sauce? As an Italian this shit is blasphemy. Intervention in 3, 2, 1….
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if someone else is nice enough to do the cooking for you, then you politely shut the fuck up and eat that shit…
Neither tomatoes nor bell peppers are native to the peninsula…
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That’s not how grandma made it!
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My wife offered to make brunch the other day (rare) - cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon. I said "sure, thanks"!! When I saw the eggs I physically cringed. She MURDERED these poor eggs. I mean, horrible. Hard, dry, rubbery... You couldn't over cook scrambled eggs more if you tried.Quote:
Originally Posted by m2711c
I said "mmm looks good!" and woofed em down. Inside I was crying for what could have been.
Well played. You can have the discussion in a few years about how bad the eggs were.Quote:
Originally Posted by Diamond Joe
Or his lawyer can
Don't say that to my wifeQuote:
Originally Posted by m2711c
Pretty much my take. Lucky for me my wife is a great recipe follower.Quote:
Originally Posted by m2711c
smart man ^^ but obviously you should make the eggsQuote:
Originally Posted by Diamond Joe
GF would complain about this or that,
my attitude was dude abides, I don't care enough about this or that to worry or complain,
I don't know what she does now but i know I ain't doing it for her
so she has no complaints
With her? I'm not sure she had any clue how badly overcooked those bad boys were. It certainly didn't seem like it. If *I* had cooked those, I would have thrown them out and started over again. Or at worst, I would have been like "sorry I got sidetracked and the eggs got over done". She did neitherQuote:
Originally Posted by halliday
I almost feel like I should volunteer to cook cheesy scrambled eggs for her, so she can see the difference between light, fluffy, well cooked eggs and the lumps of dried out rubber she cooked. But I'm not sure she would even make the connection, I think in her brain, she nailed it
My wife won't eat eggs that are properly cooked. They have to be dry and they have to have slightly burnt American cheese. She doesn't like my fluffy pancakes either. It's ok, I don't want to cook them for her again anyway.
My wife likes to cook the eggs on her fancy cast iron pan. Always end up scrambled. Probably lose 30% of the egg stuck on the pan because she refuses to use butter or oil. No cheese either. No salt. She wants to live forever.
I use oil, cheddar, salt, sometimes goat cheese. A teflon pan and flip by hand. Tastes awesome. Probably causes cancer but I live in the moment man.
TWIS adores my fried eggs. I don’t really get it but hey. I get good eggs, use my 50 year old cast iron pan that’s seasoned to perfection, good olive oil and lots of butter, and serve them up over easy. She closes her eyes when she eats them and moans like she’s having an orgasm.
I’m a little puzzled about all that, but whatever.
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby, I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
—-John Prine & Iris Dement “In spite of ourselves”
I stopped eating her eggs years ago, after many attempts of coaching on use of butter or oil, even just a little, she refuses. her eggs turn into a burned crisp mess. I’m not even sure what to call them, I think she goes for fried but they always end up “scrambled”, and exactly like stated before maybe 1/3 of the egg stuck to pan.
When she’s done I have to wash the crunch off the pan so I can cook a decent egg. What keeps me amused, is when we have company or traveling with friends she insists I cook the eggs because she knows any attempt she makes will end in embarrassment.