Angry Austrian driver bites traffic policeman
Bite the officer, give him a couple of choice scratches, and generally lose your mind.
Hilarious Stock Photos From The 1970s
. . . I clicked on this! Talk about a setback.
High Sparrow From Game Of Thrones Looks Exactly Like Pope Francis
I ran into my doppelgänger in college. Freaky! We really did look alike, too much so. Oddly, I only saw him the one time, he was the son of one of the janitors who had said we looked alike.
I liked the Pope in Ronin! For a while, I actually thought the Pope had been in Ronin! Heh!
Insta-Chaz (@instachaaz) • Instagram photos and videos
The photo of Chaz is too funny. Here in Portlandia Chaz would be invisible, every dude his age looks exactly like that photo.
What If Guys Acted Like Girls On Instagram?
Yeah, what if? Heh.
15+ Funny Tweets By Husbands Who Are Winning At Marriage
We tried this maneuver many times, but wife is an only child, and only children are terrible at this. Maddog now realizes he married so as to never get a swelled head. Boy has that worked!
Maddogswif has been so busy for the past few years that we all but stopped throwing dinner parties. For years before that we threw lots of parties every year. I only remember a few parties with fewer than 12 guests most were much larger about 20, and a few were over 40. That actually takes a good amount of experience to get right. In a normal year we might have held 15 -20 dinner parties, a really good year perhaps 24, and on a few years we had to inform the wife that it is inappropriate to throw parties on back to back weekends for more than 2 weeks in a row. Since Maddog is the chief cook, dinner planner, mixologist, and bottle washer, it gets a bit grueling to host parties weekend after weekend.
Simple backyard parties are the exception, especially if the menu is tight and simple, and kitchen cleanup and dishes are minimized.
We were over at Newmark's Door and noticed this very funny post:
"All The Comments on Every Recipe Blog"
Go read it.
This pretty much is how the table conversation goes when we throw a party with specific guests. At first it was distracting, now I view it as some sort of surreal, improv comedy routine. I remember one time we were serving spaghetti and meatballs. This is a truly simple dish, and one of our guests asked if she could substitute tofu. It made me laugh out loud, but I countered with the recommendation to use cut in half fresh small (quarter sized) mozzarella balls. The idea we left her with was to separate the sauce, return 1/2 of the sauce to flame, add pasta, and toss to coat, add the halved mozzarella balls, toss again, plate, add meat balls, sauce the plate, and garnish with cheese, and chopped fresh parsley and basil.
Tofu? The texture is wrong for this.
As the complexity of the dish increased, so would the complexity of the inane substitutions. For a while we became obsessed with seeing how far this could go. It didn't last long, the meal complexity drained quite a bit of the fun out of the prep time.
Anyway, we found the post amusing.