It gives new meaning to the phrase “toe cheese” — 8 Comments
All husbands should be trained in the art of pedicure…
And hair washing…
And bed making…
And cooking…
And cleaning…
And jewelry making…
He he.
Brings to mind the old rhyme from the Kilban cat cartoon:
Love them little mousies.
Mousies what I love to eat.
Bite their little heads off.
Nibble on their tiny feet.
We all know where these silly nanny state laws lead. In six months Florida will have to ban bare feet in aquariums at Tropical Fish stores.
My wife is Asian, and there is a nice all you can eat Korean barbecue we are fond of. the truth is that given the way things are there and the fact that you cook it yourself, one can easily end up mildly sick once in a while. after all, you have to put raw meat on the grill… cook it, serve it, then eat it… i tried to show my wife and others how to switch chopsticks but even the careful people make mistakes.
when asked about how awful this is when i tell this story, i answer, but it would be MORE awful if we could not eat there!!
its the same if one eats at the oyster bar in grand central station (highly recomended). occaisionally your going to get sick.
but it would be more awful if it was not there.
the problem is no one wants to suffer the consequences of their own choices, and no one wants to say no to something that might be interesting since they are undereducated (unchallenged) and bored out of their skulls living in fishbowls.
personally, i think that there is something fishy here…
Next up – piranha hemorrhoid treatments!
Say, if these are “Dr.” fish do you have to make the pedicure appointment 6 months in advance? Then, when you get there, do you end up talking to a fry-practioner?
I’ll bet if these folks indicated they’d be willing to pay a $2000 license fee a lot of states, including the one where I am now, would be giving them tax breaks.
Of course, in my state they could give the governor a pedicure, because he’s blind.
I used to wonder how a blind executive would deal with signing bills. Now I know that, if the amount is large enough, he doesn’t need to read it because, hey! Why should he be the only one?
Somethin’ fishy about all of that.
Ba da bump… 😉
It is morning, after lingering in the soft morning light she
arises. A simple breakfast, soft-boiled egg/toast, yes, extra toast. She crumbles two pieces of dry toast into a
bag. Through the veranda door to the pool. The koi were
a gift…but what enchantment! Muscular, golden, they swirl. She looks for yesterday’s favorite…maybe not today…maybe a new favorite…she sprinkles the crumbs
they surge! What mystery! On the bottom lies a huge,
golden form, glinting maw, never rising, waiting…
The sun gains the midheaven, warming, ah! the riparian
cool…she dips her feet….
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All husbands should be trained in the art of pedicure…
And hair washing…
And bed making…
And cooking…
And cleaning…
And jewelry making…
He he.
Brings to mind the old rhyme from the Kilban cat cartoon:
Love them little mousies.
Mousies what I love to eat.
Bite their little heads off.
Nibble on their tiny feet.
We all know where these silly nanny state laws lead. In six months Florida will have to ban bare feet in aquariums at Tropical Fish stores.
My wife is Asian, and there is a nice all you can eat Korean barbecue we are fond of. the truth is that given the way things are there and the fact that you cook it yourself, one can easily end up mildly sick once in a while. after all, you have to put raw meat on the grill… cook it, serve it, then eat it… i tried to show my wife and others how to switch chopsticks but even the careful people make mistakes.
when asked about how awful this is when i tell this story, i answer, but it would be MORE awful if we could not eat there!!
its the same if one eats at the oyster bar in grand central station (highly recomended). occaisionally your going to get sick.
but it would be more awful if it was not there.
the problem is no one wants to suffer the consequences of their own choices, and no one wants to say no to something that might be interesting since they are undereducated (unchallenged) and bored out of their skulls living in fishbowls.
personally, i think that there is something fishy here…
Next up – piranha hemorrhoid treatments!
Say, if these are “Dr.” fish do you have to make the pedicure appointment 6 months in advance? Then, when you get there, do you end up talking to a fry-practioner?
I’ll bet if these folks indicated they’d be willing to pay a $2000 license fee a lot of states, including the one where I am now, would be giving them tax breaks.
Of course, in my state they could give the governor a pedicure, because he’s blind.
I used to wonder how a blind executive would deal with signing bills. Now I know that, if the amount is large enough, he doesn’t need to read it because, hey! Why should he be the only one?
Somethin’ fishy about all of that.
Ba da bump… 😉
It is morning, after lingering in the soft morning light she
arises. A simple breakfast, soft-boiled egg/toast, yes, extra toast. She crumbles two pieces of dry toast into a
bag. Through the veranda door to the pool. The koi were
a gift…but what enchantment! Muscular, golden, they swirl. She looks for yesterday’s favorite…maybe not today…maybe a new favorite…she sprinkles the crumbs
they surge! What mystery! On the bottom lies a huge,
golden form, glinting maw, never rising, waiting…
The sun gains the midheaven, warming, ah! the riparian
cool…she dips her feet….