
[Lost track of the original sources for these.]
[Found here.]
Yep. That’s a WTF Duck Sled for sure, and it’s a bonafide Babe Magnet. I want a fleet of ’em. [More photos here.]
[Found here.]
The neighborhood kids are never around when the car needs washing. It’s not like I didn’t pay them last time.
Each got a dollar, a beer, and a pack of smokes to split. What more do two 12-year-old boys want? Their parents were pissed for some reason, so I promised that I’d never offer alcohol in payment again. I mean, come on. It’s not like I gave them copies of National Geographic with pictures of naked female bonobos for them to fantasize about in the wee hours of the morning.
I get really tired of all the unwritten PC stuff these days; I never know who I might unintentionally offend.
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“What’s for dinner, hon?”
“Flatbird casserole.”
Never eaten pigeon, but here’s an interesting recipe:
Lark, or Sparrow Pye.
You must have five dozen at least; lay betwixt every one a Bit of Bacon as you do when you roast them, and a Leaf of Sage and a little Force-meat at the Bottom of your Crust; put on some Butter a top and lid it; when bak’d for one Hour, which will be sufficient, make a little thicken’d Gravy, put in the Juice of a Lemon; season with Pepper and Salt, so serve it hot and quick. (Charles Carter’s “City and Country Cook … “ 1736)
Yeah, serve it hot and quick and run out the back door before your guests realize what those gamey little crunchy things that they’ve been snarfing down really are.