Pasta recipe
It’s near the end of this, so scroll down.
The Genial Hearth
I’ve just put the kettle on, join me for a cuppa and a chat.Archive for March, 2006
Never heard of it…
| Pabst Blue Ribbon
(0% dark & bitter, 100% working class, 66% genuine) |
Oh, Pabst, beer of barbeques, beer of youth, beer of liberty! In my care-free days, Pabst was my drink of choice. I made most of my best friends over cans of this stuff and made many of my first kisses with it on my lips (and breath…uhg). Yeah, Pabst doesn’t exactly have the most refined taste going, and my guess is the same can be said for you. I’m not saying you or Pabst is anything short of awesome. Just that you both appreciate a good dirty joke. (Can a beer be said to appreciate a joke? You know what I mean.) You have an outgoing personality. You like a good time, and you often create one just by being around. But unlike many popular people, there’s a lot of substance to you: you scored quite highly on the “genuine” part of the test. Pabst is for real fun, not for company-sponsored, after-work “socials”! See Budweiser Select for that. Anyhow, nostalgia dictates that I congratulate you on your score on this test. Cheers! |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The If You Were A Beer Test written by gwendolynbooks on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
Birthday Flags
I rather like
this idea. I’m in the process of beginning one for Puggle. Here and here are two examples (scroll down to see them), and here is some more specific information about making them.
Can you tell she’s a writer?
Home Education: Delicious and Nutritious says a lot that resonates with me—but I doubt I’d say it as well.
For the Fen
Very amusing:-) mollyringwraith: Is This a Kissing Book? (Done proper, by �ystein Bech Gadmar)
Danny Boy
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
