Since my opponent has not been forthcoming about the quantity or anatomy of the meat his poor young belted galloway so faultlessly gave up to him, it seems that I am unable to mourn the passing of the ribeyes as a category. I have no idea how many preceded it.
Hey, you opened the proverbial "barn door" (or perhaps I should say "back door") with your detailed account of a visit to the colonic irrigation specialist.
Since my opponent has not been forthcoming about the quantity or anatomy of the meat his poor young belted galloway so faultlessly gave up to him, it seems that I am unable to mourn the passing of the ribeyes as a category. I have no idea how many preceded it.
Sorry. Next topic.
Posted by: guy | December 9, 2004 12:35 AM
You shouldn't have bothered trying to mourn. The funeral was a strictly private function.
Posted by: Eric | December 9, 2004 06:28 AM
Let's keep your private functions out of this. That chicken fried steak looked close enough.
Posted by: guy | December 9, 2004 09:01 AM
Hey, you opened the proverbial "barn door" (or perhaps I should say "back door") with your detailed account of a visit to the colonic irrigation specialist.
Posted by: Eric | December 9, 2004 11:08 AM