What are you doing? (Part 1)

Roasting that stuffed chicken. No ketchup on the birds though. Sweet Baby Rays Barbecue instead…delish!

Ugh

Do you have a beef with condiments in general or my choice condiments? :evilfun:

Not big on condiments.

So your breads are always plain, without butter, jam, salad dressings? Your salads are without dressings? I’d hate that. And what’s more, you are always using condiments, Mr. Be Reasonable, so get off my case you…you hypocrite. :evilfun: :laughing: My eyes are always in search of new condiments to sample and savor. If only there was room in my frig to hold them all! :mrgreen:

I don’t like lettuce either.

Blah, blah, blah…Where’s the humor? Lazy much? At least Turd kept you on your toes.

What do you mean where’s the humor? I think almost everything is funny.

You have been slacking with your humorous contributions, but I am glad that you are so easily amused. I’m giving you an imperative to be funnier and make hilarious use of your higher IQ. Put up or shut up, :evilfun: porn king!

I’m going to dinner.

Also I’ve said tons of funny shit in just rhe last 24 hours or so. Check my posts.

I pay attention and no, you haven’t.

Oh yes I have.

Nice view from the place I went for dinner, but it turned out to be more drinks than dinner. It was like a catered thing and so they had tiny beef wellingtons, some spinach dip, some pork loin sliders, some chicken, and a shit ton of beer and wine, but alas, no liquor. The beer was good, the food was good, the whole thing was free, and the view and the weather weren’t too bad at all. Good crowd. Had a blast.

Here’s a fancy fountain overlooking the city, surrounded by people who like to eat good food.

Show your proof, any humor-laden example will do. Or would you rather me give all the examples of the not-so-funny in the last 24 hrs.?

Huh? This is not Rome. :confused:
What’s so ‘fancy’ about this? …this is like calling cat food foie gras .

This kind of fancy

Rome wasn’t even the Rome that males fantasize about, it was a sewer with people who wore perfume to cover the scent of their shit. Male romanticism is one of the flavors of philosophy that chaps my hyde in its unrealistic tedium.

Checking out another monster sound system. Yeah man.