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Psssst....Will....that's 5150, as in crazy person.
Stewart
Originally Posted by Fifty150
Don't let the voices in his head hear you.
Originally Posted by GlueGuy
I don't let the voices in your head hear me.
Speaking of 5150 and hearing things , this just reminded me of a neighbor down the street , he would yell at the imaginary Mannequins out in the Orchard , tore up his Trailer because he thought somebody was Talking to him , he evaded the Sherrif so many times or just didn’t answer the door, they gave up, this guy would make crosses out of 2x4s and place them all over , we’ve called the sherrifs because he was on our property just standing there for hours , the cop said ( well no law against being Crazy) well then get the guy some help.
tonights dinner was Salmon with rice, homade Mango habanero salsa and baked in the oven , turned out purdy Tasty , have a great weekend Gents .
5150 is the kind of guy who chops up leftover bacon from breakfast, and mixes it with chopped herbs from lunch, into the leftover pancake batter from breakfast; then serves it at dinner as "flat bread"......and his ex-girlfriend's parents believed him when he lied about it being a cultural cultural dish from the other side of the world.
5150 is the kind of guy who chops up leftover bacon from breakfast, and mixes it with chopped herbs from lunch, into the leftover pancake batter from breakfast; then serves it at dinner as "flat bread"......and his ex-girlfriend's parents believed him when he lied about it being a cultural cultural dish from the other side of the world.
Hmm maybe not so crazy after all , chopped bacon will fix anything , well maybe a little crazy , playing with girl friends parents could result in a castration , don’t hide (RUN) and Fastly ,lol
If you have some leftover cilantro, Italian parsley, chives.....typical garnish kind of stuff that comes with a lunch from Denny's, mix it with chopped bacon. I dare you. Serve those pancakes with some creme fraiche, Greek yogurt, sour cream, or even mascarpone. Sprinkle some more of the leftover garnish on top. A little sprinkle of smoked paprika. A couple of lemon wedges (also leftover garnish from lunch at Denny's). Make up some crazy story about how it's like a Ukrainian Jewish knish, except you learned the recipe from a blind Romany Rom Baro's favorite niece. Out of the corner of your eye, watch your girlfriend's jaw drop as you pull her parents' chain. Tell them some wild tale of how you were on a junket through Western Asia, with just a pack mule and an AK-47, remapping the Silk Road for a Yahud studies program; where you found yourself in the mist of a Gypsy blood feud. Hatfield & McCoy stuff, with a lot of spoon dancing.
Russians have been doing those dance moves for hundreds of years. So when some kid does it on a piece of cardboard, and calls it breakdancing; is that "cultural appropriation"?
I can't say. At least not in any official capacity, may I voice my personal opinions. Apparently, my views are not in alignment with political correctness. And even in this hallowed subforum, there may be some whom are sensitive. I must present a respect for everybody's feelings.
You can form your own opinions, and wisecracks, about the rich culture of banging spoons together.
Russians have been doing those dance moves for hundreds of years. So when some kid does it on a piece of cardboard, and calls it breakdancing; is that "cultural appropriation"?
I can't say. At least not in any official capacity, may I voice my personal opinions. Apparently, my views are not in alignment with political correctness. And even in this hallowed subforum, there may be some whom are sensitive. I must present a respect for everybody's feelings.
You can form your own opinions, and wisecracks, about the rich culture of banging spoons together.
I prefer the whiskey jug , two table spoons , and a Banjo , ohh and 80 year old Scotch
Wet and cold here this morning. I guess this is the kick-off for fall. Our weather station recorded zero rain, but everything is clearly wet. I suppose some spiders took up residence in the rain gauge. I will have to go up there to clean it out.
We've had less rain that did register. In fact, in heavy fog that happens now and then, it will record a hundreth or two. Since we're near the end of the summer, I really think we have leaves or something in the collection cone, or a spider has taken up residence around the tipping buckets.
Once upon a time, I knew this guy who came home from overseas deployment with a wife.
"Are you crazy? She's my wife! She loves me. Well, yes, I did meet her in a go-go girl bar. But she's not a hooker! It's different. We're in love. She's not using me to come to America and bring her family here. I should shoot you."
I ran into that guy today.
"5150. Eff You! Well, I guess you heard."
Yeah, it turns out that his military bride left him promptly after 5 years, she brought her family to The USA, she got the money in the bank and his house, and somewhere in the military code of justice, there's a provision to entitle her to his benefits. He still has to pay her alimony. The story gets worse. The "husband" who came to the US with her sister, whom he sponsored for immigration, was actusally his wife's boyfriend. Now that guy is in his house, living with his ex-wife, and he is paying for it.
Kind of hard for me to have pity on someone who does that. I mean really, meet in a go go bar, bring the whole family over, and then they rob you blind. Yep classic. That NEVER happens right? It happens so much I am really surprised anyone still falls for it.