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Wednesday, 29 October
A Love Letter To, Variously, The Wife, Certain Adzes, And Unappreciated Vegetables
Today is the wife's birthday, so I will of course be taking her out for a lovely meal at the Insanely Fucking Great Tapas Joint, where we will, I hope, consume beets. I'm a sucker for their beets. I'm also reasonably sure that I've never typed that sentence before, but I'm kind of enchanted with it: I encourage whatever American beet concerns might exist out there to pick it up and use it as a really terrible advertising campaign: He's a sucker for our beets! Paid for by the US Beet Council. Or maybe just one of these: Fuck you, dude! Eat beets. No charge, boys! Anyway, I'm sure glad I could marginalize my lovely wife's birthday by jabbering idiotically about root vegetables, because I know she'll read it later and think, "What a swell husband! His sad babbling touches my heart!" And then she'll attack me with a pulaski. Married life is great, but occasionally terrifying. There's only one thing to do: go get some tasty damn beets. Note: Comments are closed on old entries. Comments Beets: They flush out the bowels. *beets off* *beetifies skot* vchera govorili chto v stolovoy na obed budet borshch. ja ves' den' dumal o svyokle. nakonets, ja poshyol v stolovuyu, da chto vizhy? Borshch est', a v borshche net svyokly. Zarubi eto sebe na nosu. Warning: Beets should not be consumed within a week prior to your colonoscopy. I like my beets pickled. Come to think of it, I like myself pickled. Beets: they're not just for breakfast anymore Beets: Not quite is loathsome as turnips. [backspace][backspace][backspace] You really should put a preview button on here. Hmm... you have one. That goddamned solar flare! Beets: 4 out of 5 children prefer them over contracting amoebic dysentery. Beets. They taste like dirt. But in a good way. Beets: When there's no Syrup of Ipecac handy. or Beets! Sweet fucking Jesus getting a handjob! the fuck is a pulaski? I suppose if she attacked you with a Crusher, we'd be asking: "Bev or Wesley?", so it's just as well she uses a pulaski. Everybody 's got Beets on the brains ... what about that lovely birthday girl!!! Happy birthday to you etc. Post a comment |