Just for the guys in The Lounge, there is now a bacon-scented cologne, Bacōn. See here: http://ezinemark.com/a/bacon-cologne/
I would hate to be at the front doors at Macy's, when they open tomorrow, as everyone here will be queued up, stampeding to the cologne counter.
I won't be queued up or stampeding as I'm sitting helpless on the plane over, desperately hoping they will still have some remaining stocks when I get there .
Do you think you could hide a bottle behind the Chanel 5 display?
This is sort of the same, but not nearly as good:
Everytime that I fly into IAD (Dulles International), and ride the devices from the UAL terminal to the main termial, I think of THESE.
Thanks for that link, as I now know how to describe those devices.However, IAD is opening up the subway between terminals. They are still testing, and we almost got caught, as we took the new subway, and then they shut it down from the test runs, right after we exited. Had we needed to return to the main terminal, I think we'd have had to book a comuter flight to another terminal.
Not sure what will be done with the "sand-walker," when the subways are up and running. I just do not have the "vision" to imagine where else they might be used - Saudi Arabia, Egypt?
Yes, totally illiterate.
You won't find a single word or character he ever wrote, nor a reference to his ever having written to anybody or anything. That's one of the reasons his followers had to reach for gospels written in a foreign language centuries after his death by writers who never knew him.
And I write this with all the due respect that I can muster as someone who was brought up as a religious Catholic and now is a former one.
Tai Lao wrote:
nor a reference to his ever having written to anybody or anything.
John 8 v 8: And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
Tai Lao wrote:
You won't find a single word or character he ever wrote.
No we don't know what he wrote. But if don't want to believe then that's your position. This is not really the place to discuss it and I don't intend to further.
No, it's a real product, made from soy. You owe it to yourselves to put your prejudices aside and try a box (you can get it at most US supermarkets). Yes it's that good, even for meat lovers. Microwave it for 7 minutes or so until light golden brown.
No offense Noel, this is not aimed at you, but this veggie bacon discussion reminds me of when I was with a group of my best old high school friends in our early 50s for our own three-day mini-reunion, and we decided we wanted pizza late on a very long road trip one evening. There was one person who was not part of our gang of six, but she knew one of the guys and had asked if she could tag along that day. She was a beautiful, new-age, self-absorbed, vegan, rawtarian young woman who then tried to force us to have raw "pizza" instead of PIZZA. We wanted pizza. Her beauty and lucious breasts no doubt convinced her she could always get her way with men, and she was shocked when she met stiff resistance. She had delayed our entire group repeatedly during the course of our trip, had tried to dominate conversation all day, and she clearly suffered from narcissistic personality disorder. She ignored multiple comments along the lines of, "Helen, it may be great, and sometime we'd like to try it, but tonight we want REAL pizza, and raw "pizza" isn't real pizza, and we. do. not. want. it. tonight. I grew up near New Haven, going regularly to Frank Pepe's Pizzaria Napolitana, so I know what a real pie is! Finally, my blood boiled when, undeterred, she actually tried to force her way by then saying, "Give me the phone; I'll call in the order. You HAVE to try it!". I was driving, we were all very hungry and surly at this point, and not slightly amused by 27 year-old Helen. So I spoke loudly and said, "Rob, don't give her the phone. We clearly have a consensus with only one objection, and I don't care how often Helen gets her way with men because of her big t!ts, but I'm driving and we are not going to her raw pizza place. Please call and order up our pies." My friends cheered and poor Helen didn't speak again.
I'm a somewhat unenthusiastic carnivore (on my days off I rarely eat meat), but I have to say the prospect of a cold, vegan pizza (no cheese, I presume) sounds rather like a punishment (*I would be curious to know what was on it, but pizza without cheese, and cold???).
You folks do realize that beautiful, hard-bodied people don't eat their fill of Real Pizza, right?
Hey, I enjoy good pizza in Massive Quantities (remember the Coneheads?) as much as anyone (cheese was my one major food group), but my doctor unfortunately doesn't agree. So for me it's either cut out the fat, lose 40 pounds (I'm halfway there), and live on - or keep eating like I was, stay on serious meds, and make my wife rich on life insurance fairly soon. I'm still trying to decide whether living longer and feeling hungry all the time is better than dying. I'll let you know how that works out...
I already know my wife's opinion.
eating like I was, stay on serious meds, and make my wife rich on life insurance fairly soon. I'm still trying to decide whether living longer and feeling hungry all the time is better than dying. I'll let you know how that works out...
you know that's right!
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