The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXVII: You're Welcome, Fuckers

My roommates doggie passed today. I feel so bad for her. I sat out in the living room with her so she wasn't alone. I asked her questions about the dogs, who she got first, what years they all were born. I thought perhaps that might be healing for her.
 
My roommates doggie passed today. I feel so bad for her. I sat out in the living room with her so she wasn't alone. I asked her questions about the dogs, who she got first, what years they all were born. I thought perhaps that might be healing for her.
You thought.

(5 sentences, each starting with a first person pronoun.)

Lol
 
My roommates doggie passed today. I feel so bad for her. I sat out in the living room with her so she wasn't alone. I asked her questions about the dogs, who she got first, what years they all were born. I thought perhaps that might be healing for her.
A good question: What were her best memories of it.
 
I was recently gone for nearly 3 months visiting family and traveling. Near the end I noticed the item on the breakfast menu "Biscuits, sausage and gravy." Ohhh that sounded good! A bit of home, perhaps? (I was at that time between Australia and New Zealand and should have KNOWN better.) Wishful thinking on my part. It was brown gravy on hard, dry rolls with a sausage link on the side. I ate the sausage and left the rest.
 
A southern US bisquit is much softer and fluffier than a dry, crumbly scone. That's why scones have to be loaded down with jam and cream to be edible, along with a pot of tea to wash the whole thing down. Don't get me wrong, I'll happily eat a scone slathered in Devon Cream and jam. But the American biscuit is a totally different experience (if done correctly). Much like Yorkshire Pudding is a very simple recipe that can be deceptively difficult to get right, American biscuits only have a few ingredients that can easily become hockey pucks if not done right.
 
I seriously believe if we could figure out how to harness and use a female orgasm, we could power the planet freely for decades. There would also be tons of calm and happy women all over ding dang earth.

It's just a theory and I would love to try it. :D
 
I was recently gone for nearly 3 months visiting family and traveling. Near the end I noticed the item on the breakfast menu "Biscuits, sausage and gravy." Ohhh that sounded good! A bit of home, perhaps? (I was at that time between Australia and New Zealand and should have KNOWN better.) Wishful thinking on my part. It was brown gravy on hard, dry rolls with a sausage link on the side. I ate the sausage and left the rest.
My Mom would make biscuits and gravy from Pillsbury crescent rolls and some powdered gravy mix from a packet. I think, I'd rather eat, dry rolls and brown gravy with a sausage link...

Love you ma, but that sucked!
RIP
 
I seriously believe if we could figure out how to harness and use a female orgasm, we could power the planet freely for decades. There would also be tons of calm and happy women all over ding dang earth.

It's just a theory and I would love to try it. :D
Let's do it!

So anyways I'm not sure how to process that information
 
The snow is pretty much gone here at home. I was looking forward to coming home to a whiter world.
 
My Mom would make biscuits and gravy from Pillsbury crescent rolls and some powdered gravy mix from a packet. I think, I'd rather eat, dry rolls and brown gravy with a sausage link...

Love you ma, but that sucked!
RIP

Pillsbury crescent rolls aren’t too bad.

There was a tasty snack my mom made that involved a split smoky link stuffed with cheddar cheese, wrapped in the Pillsbury crescent roll triangle dough and baked til the roll was golden brown & the cheese was oozing out.

Of course, I was a kid then, with a less refined palate and a more tolerant stomach…
 
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