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My first was a mirepoix. I was a hostess in a restaurant in Providence, and the cook wanted to test me (probably to make me look silly). I lost nothing from the pan in two flips, and then continued my duties.

Then you should read this on oysters. A good initiation to eGullet. LOL! that thread reminds me of when I was in Ireland last summer, and one of our friends was a 19 year old from Arkansas who had never had mussels before and was unsure about ordering them. But my friend Rose told him, "Just think of them as little clits." He ordered 'em, and he liked 'em! Glad you liked it.

beans Jagermeister's purple?

Then you should read this on oysters. A good initiation to eGullet. I don't eat seafood, so clam snot is definitely out of the question. BUT, I do eat whatever I can retrieve from the girls.

Well, why didn't you eat it? That was for Laughing Goddess.

And this isn't even the "There was nothing else in the house" thread.

Okay. I have a drinking problem. Drinking from my waterbottle, I leak out of the corners of my mouth. With glasses, the same happens, and I sometimes tilt the glass before it hits my mouth. Sometimes, if someone's sitting next to me and talking to me, I might turn my head to hear them, mid-tilting to my mouth, pouring onto the side of my face. Lots of times, I tilt the glass waaay too much, causing the liquid to run up my nose, and of course out the sides of my glass, and time to time into my ears. Then, of course, there's laughing while drinking. I am SO lucky I have quick hand-covering-mouth reflexes. There's also the crashing the glass against my teeth thing, or aiming too high or too low. I also miss my mouth with forks. Is that it with liquid? By the way, I HATE the new beer and soda cans with the wide holes. I ALWAYS get the catfish spills. Food related. Well, if I'm eating anything crisp and breakable, my teeth connect so that they break said crisp thing in two the wrong way. I can usually only catch one half, OR mush both halves into my chin and cheeks. The lost half usually tumbles down into my lap leaving a trail of residue. That is unless it falls into my cleavage and I either have to retrieve it with my fingers, or lean over and coax it out by jiggling the ole bra. Anyway, I try to eat things with two hands, like a squirrel. Salad dressing (since I use too much) usually flings itself somewhere on my shirt or face. Sometimes lettuce will fall from the fork, and roll down my shirt or stick to my chest. Long pasta untwirls itself regularly and slaps me under my chin and sometimes down my neck if I'm lucky, where it sticks. Short pasta and other bite sized pieces of food will also fall off the fork , and tumble down or fall in. I can't say there's been any best or worst spills, just many, many.

No payment necessary, honey.

What a travesty. Especially the way women typically view their wedding day. Hoo boy!

Be kind, Chris, she's new.

But you ARE quite boobi dextrous.

I can TOTALLY see you doing that. As a matter of fact, I think I was there.

Aww she sounds like no fun. I probably would have pointed to mycleavage and asked if she wanted it.

I missed you!

NO FISH IN THE SAMOSAS! Actually, could there be clear labeling on the fish itens, please?

As a matter of fact, the food not only has to be home cooked, it has to be from a home you built yourself. Mmmm samosas!

Tank top? Newbie!

Well, I WAS waiting for hourly reports at the farmer's market, but no one came.

You will each get a cheeseburger.

You acn only choose what the cafeteria will make you.

You're welcome to all the fish you can take in!

Aaaaaah! One word, that is only a sound, and I fuck it up.

Are you out of your mind? 1? tommy, and Dave--don't.

Yes. I didn't realize I was eating such a high quality, experamental chocolate!

23 I think you missed: 24 Quit it! Leave her alone, lads.