July 24, 2008
Beautiful Bento Boxes
This is one of the things I would do if I had the time.
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This is one of the things I would do if I had the time.
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Beautiful, beautiful. I do my best to pay attention to presentation when dishing up dinner, but rarely, very rarely, do I even approach this.
How, exactly, does one go about eating Hello Kitty’s head? Raisin eyes first, I imagine–no more accusatory stare to get in the way of your enjoyment.
I’m pretty sure those eyes are bits of seaweed, Mike D. Not that that changes the eating order.
I buy lots of bento accessories for Mia’s lunches. It’s great fun to make a beautiful lunch for her to take to school (not that I’ve ever approached anything so lovely as this).
The eyes do not trouble me. I have never viewed them as windows into Hello Kitty’s soul.
And given her oft-noted absence of mouth and inability to scream, I could just tuck right into her.
Looks so good I could eat that pussy!
Mike, is this a clue to why you left Scotland for the tropics?
I wouldn’t like to comment any further on the subject of eating Pussy as it might lead to some people thinking I’m a deranged animal
Are you kidding? We talk about eating pussy so much, we’re considering adding a it as a category.
I’d do it right now if i weren’t sitting in a bar tapping on a funky cell phone. Add it as a category, i mean. Or eat pussy. Either or.
mmm-mm-mmmm-m mm-mmm-m
When I lived in France the Cat had a distinct taste, probably the strong coffee, cigarettes and the fact that the French are well known to be strangers to a bar of soap. However here in Asia I’m happy to say that there is no real taste just a hint of sweetness.
I can’t see what it tastes like.
Hey, Sheila, you think the new category should be called The Cat?
Perfect.
You speakum with forked tongue.
Me wish me speakum with forked tongue.
Great Spirit endowum me with forked tongue. No speakum straight talk.
Ohh to hell with it, just go and eat some Pussy!
Bento box?
The real question is do women like having their thingies licked or is this just some sort of male thing to go down on a woman?
Over to you Sheila.
I am revising my position paper on the topic and will publish it just as soon as my fact-checkers have gotten back to me.
Sorry I’ve been so late getting back to you on the fact checks, Sheila. I’ve been busy with field work.
I fear we have defiled that lovely bento Hello Kitty with all of our nastiness.
A few years ago I saw Joan Jett at an outdoor concert in Oklahoma City, and in between one of the songs, some redneck guy near me yelled “I wanna eat your pussy!”
I saw a guy going down on his girl in a car after the Prince concert.
Today, Danny and I drove down to Springfield, MO, to meet my folks at Lambert’s for lunch. (Springfield being about half-way for them, for us. A good day trip. Three-hours down, three hours back.) Coming through Springfield, as is our wont, Danny and I took to reading signs we saw in town then riffing them a new one.
Once, as we were driving down Glenstone, after reading one too many cute hair salon names, I said, “Hahr is Big in Springfield.” (Maybe you had to be there. That day I almost had to pull the car over.)
Today, I read a Jethro-style, hand-lettered sign “Fresh Baked Peach Pie,” innocuous enough, but in my recollection I’ll swear the “s” on the sign was backward. My reading, in “ackseyunt” brought an onslaught of riffs. Toward the end:
“Freshly poached peach cunt.”
Danny, paused, posed, “Wonder what poached cunt would taste like?”
Me: “Gamey.”
I love the Home of Throwed Rolls. Though I’ve only visited the one in Sikeston.
Veal cuntlet, on the other hand, tastes like peach pie.
That’s you Daryl, iddinit?
No, Rick, it’s me. I’m a nasty girl.
Cindy, what you think about mapuche?
Nasty.