Update Update

[SplatterTone]

I'm wondering if I'm gonna be Hoss enough to lug my tuba to church this morning.

Deca-Durabolin. Breakfast of champions. I know. Really, I do. The good old days.

[TubaRay]

I am mean. Yes. I am.

And you are meaner than the mean mean is.

[Nick Pierce]

The elephant is median mean.

What is the meaning of this? I mean, how could you mean that such a mean meanie as our resident meanie could be so mediocre as to be only the median of mean? Why, even this meanies personal median mean is many many times meaner than the meanest mean of the majority of meanies out there. I would say it is same to say that our resident meanie has brought mean to a whole new level of meanness and has given the concept of meanness new meaning.

I'm done.

[The Jackson]

UPDATE:

I've just made myself some scrambled eggs. They are very delicious. I hope you, too, experience this same kind of deliciousness if you have not already.

[TubaRay]

UPDATE:

I've just made myself some scrambled eggs. They are very delicious. I hope you, too, experience this same kind of deliciousness if you have not already.

Do you deliver?

[The Jackson]

UPDATE:

I've just made myself some scrambled eggs. They are very delicious. I hope you, too, experience this same kind of deliciousness if you have not already.

Do you deliver?

Yes, I do, but I'm not sure I can find a box big enough TO HOLD IN ALL THIS FLAVOR!

[The Jackson]

UPDATE:

Oh man! You'd think I couldn't make these scrambled eggs any better, but, like that, I do! It was touch-and-go there for a little while, though. Just me and my pan. The eggs were just kinda sitting there as it was heating up. I kept a-whiskin' and a-whaskin', but it wouldn't budge! I kept at it, and oh MAN did that come around! The eggs were all whoooosh and like woahhhhh. As usual, I kept a-whiskin' and a-whaskin', and everything turned out all right.


This is an excerpt from my new book "Whiskin' The Eggs Of Life"



...mannnn

[TubaCoopa]

UPDATE:

Oh man! You'd think I couldn't make these scrambled eggs any better, but, like that, I do! It was touch-and-go there for a little while, though. Just me and my pan. The eggs were just kinda sitting there as it was heating up. I kept a-whiskin' and a-whaskin', but it wouldn't budge! I kept at it, and oh MAN did that come around! The eggs were all whoooosh and like woahhhhh. As usual, I kept a-whiskin' and a-whaskin', and everything turned out all right.


This is an excerpt from my new book "Whiskin' The Eggs Of Life"



...mannnn

+7 cooking points

LEVEL UP!!!

You are now a level 16 flavor wizard!

[Todd S. Malicoate]

Someone please...kill me.

I respectfully ask that you make it quick...preferably a head shot.

[ken k]

Someone please...kill me.

I respectfully ask that you make it quick...preferably a head shot.

speaking of which i just watched "No Country for Old Men"....
k

[The Jackson]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:



A feast.

[Todd S. Malicoate]

GOOD EATS!!!

[Nick Pierce]

Update: Bloke gave up.

Last count I saw read 10080.

Game Over.

[OldsRecording]

I am mean.

Mean am I.

[dwaskew]

green eggs and ham?

[windshieldbug]

I am mean.

Mean am I.

That Mean am I, that Mean am I.
I do not like that Mean am I.

Would you be mean on a tuba?
Would you be mean playing in Cuba?

From there to here; from here to there,
mean things are everywhere!

[windshieldbug]

Could you be mean with a Basset?
Could you be mean on a "tacit"?

In the band you must beware;
Mean conductors direct everywhere!

[ken k]

UPDATE:
Last night I stopped by a Jack in the Box and ordered a Jalapeno Nacho Cheese hamburger and a Jalapeno Nacho Cheese Chicken sandwich and they only cost me $1.33 for both!

UPDATE:

I am a former Jack in the Box employee. (Store 808, on Evers Road at 410 in San Antonio foolishly chose to employ me for about a year.) I still love some of the food there and when in a state where I see Jacks I invariably stop for something. But alas, I was too slow on the grill, so my future there was somewhat limited. I never attained my deeply-held, lifelong dreams of a life as a master grillman for Jack because my speed was just a little off for the corporate suits; yes, I was a bit of a Jack off, they said. After my trauma of being labeled a Jack off, a grill failure and seeing my coveted future as a fry cook go up in smoke, I wandered a bit, eventually settling on the Army. I had heard that Jack offs could get work in the Army with little problem. (This was true. They were everywhere. Thousands of former Jack employees! I, as a Jack off, had found a home - at least for a while… ) But they did not want a failed grillman as an Army cook. They stuck me in a band and gave me a tuba. (Pshhhhh! Whatever!) You see, I had to go into music because I could not get work at anything else. What was I supposed to do? That is how I ended up playing the tuba for a living. True story.

Yes but could you ask the immortal question...

"Would you like fries with that?"

oh sorry I forgot that is a trombone player.....

ken k

PS for those of you who are uninformed...
The engineer asks, "How does it work?"
The philosopher asks, "Why does it work?"
the trombonist asks, "Would you like fries with that?" (Or punchline numer two is "When will I work?"
k

[Nick Pierce]

UPDATE:
It is 12:24am on Friday night and my next door neighbor has started his riding mower and driven it around the yard and up the frontage road(running parallel with our back yards) several times. I think just now was the fifth time since 10:30pm.

Very odd behavior.

More Current UPDATE:
At 11:00PM my neighbor started mowing again tonight. I need to be at work at 7am tomorrow.... I tried to ignore it for a while, however, my 2 1/2 year old son chose to find the sound of the mower to be frightening. My wife calmed the boy and I went outside in my draws to confront him at 11:35. You have to go out in your undies because that adds a great deal of magnitude to the situation. I don't know these people very well but II do know the police have been at their house at least 6 times in the last 3 years and I've heard some pretty good fights going on in in their yard. Consequently, I decided to approach it gently and offer to help mow the yard during daylight hours. The response was "I just wanted to get this little patch done." My response was, "Yeah and I just wanted to go to bed an hour ago."

Anyway, we decided he should stop mowing after 10pm and I am back in bed now. I don't want to call the police....but dang it, why don't the neighbors on the other side call?!?!?! Then I don't have to be the bad guy!!!

Have the elephant be the bad guy. He's mean.

[The Jackson]

Greg, tell me where this dude lives. I'll show him some manners. Jackson-style.