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A woman I used to work with would become literally sick at the sight or smell of mayonnaise. I love mayonnaise, myself, but even this is a little . . . off.

You've got kids? Holy shit, dude, that's the scariest thing I've ever read on the Internet. Got a pic of me with them...for the right price...believe or not, I'm the best dad around.... What are you asking?

nerissa, Almost thought you were Awbrig, looking at your avatar! I haven't tried the citrus-cured yet. Next time, next time . . . Sucks about your fridge. I need a new one too. Mine smells weird, no matter what I do

You've got kids? Holy shit, dude, that's the scariest thing I've ever read on the Internet.

Yesterday was a beautiful day here in Chicago. Cut a lecture with 3 friends and skipped off to Whole Paycheck. One got Beginnings, I got Middles, and the other got Ends. We separated, purchased our respective ingredients, and met outside afterwards. Our motto: quick and easy. Leave lots of time for illicit Monday afternoon beer-drinking. For Middles, I picked up 4 skinless fillets of salmon (can't get enough of them bastards lately), some fingerlings, Vidalia onions, red bell peppers, PB mushrooms, zucchini, garlic, fresh rosemary, etc. Grilled them "hobo style" (OK, OK: en papillote). Friend #1 (Beginnings) picked up baguettes, cream cheese, tomato and red onion, along with Charlie Trotter's (delicious) Darjheeling Tea and Ginger Smoked Salmon, and another package of a traditional Scandinavian gravlax. I would have been content with just this. Friend #2 (Ends) picked up strawberries, Whole Paycheck bakery pound cakes, mascarpone cheese, lemons, and a bottle of (I think) Merlot for a bogarted kind of wine-sauced strawberry shortcake. I would have been content with just this, too. Much beer. A few bottles of nameless white wine.

Yeah, but more importantly, does anyone think that the guy who invents Wishbone salad dressing deserves to be called a muff magnet? Hell, that's funny.

Linda Rondstadt? Damn. You guys are high.

Must . . . be . . . nice . . . to . . . ex . . . so . . . he . . . will . . . drive . . . me . . . in . . . his . . . Cadillac. Damn. That's a tall order.

Word. Well said.

It still is, isn't it? As in, "you welshed on the deal?"

Paying dues to whom?

Yes on the T-shirts. Pick my graphic designer, y'all. He's cuuuuute.

Hot damn! This is much more interesting than my weights and measures homework.

Why is it behind the apples? Wait . . . why is it in the fridge?

Tongs, baby. Tongs.

This is going to be one hell of a party. I'm excited. Tent city! tommy, that avatar rocks.

Mike D's on the butter? Mike D from the Beastie Boys? When are they going to open a restaurant? Awbrig, we all know you're going for the autographed football.

WTF, you can hang out in Moore Square with the winos. Hell, you've hung out with Bourdain, so you'll fit right in!! Brig- Can't you just bring everyone down in the Brigsterjet? I'm not a wino! I'm a why-yes! I wish I'd made that up, alas, it came from The Onion. And yeah, awbrig is awfully stingy with that jet lately.

Actually, I know several people who would most definitely appreciate this information.

But wouldn't it be awesome if they did?

Wait . . . a "heavy bag" of what? Doesn't that usually lead to the watching of game shows?

A Porsche is load-bearing? Shame on you!

Nero, wha? Isn't that a food word? Wasn't there a thread about how misused it is? Just so you know, I get "Nero, wha?" quite often.

Your limo. Or Fresser's. Natch. But seriously, I don't know. Any thoughts? EDIT: campgrounds?!? Aren't those for squares, too?