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I'm sorry, tempt. We knew someone who would get vertigo; sounds awful.
Thanks, Sea. It's just one of those feelings where you wish you could be doing something else instead of lying on your back so it will go away. Good thing is, I can feel it coming and can lead it away by moving around. Sometimes that helps, sometimes it's too late.
Let's clarify.. when you say you had her chicken, are you saying she cooked you dinner or that it "tastes like chicken" ??
Hmmm, I love these loaded straight-questions...well,
"She cooked me something that had a strong resemblance to chicken."
...that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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Either way, good food or sex would win my heart.
Trust me - as good as her chicken is, her taquitos grandes are beyond compare!
These appetizers were firm and full-bodied, containing spicy yet musky and subtle overtones with a dash of vanilla undertone, and each being topped by a perfectly-sized bon-bon, they literally melted in my mouth. The one detail that some might not fully appreciate but that truly enhanced the haute cuisine experience for this author is that the serving size was large enough to qualify as three regular helpings.
Tearing myself away from the introductory course I moved onto the main attraction, small-shell clam. A bit resistant to my effects to open them at first, but eventually caving in to my concerted efforts, the reward was more than worth the trouble - what I discovered within was truly delicious! Warm and inviting, pleasant to both the eyes and the palette, with just that slightest hint once again of vanilla, the meal struck its high note with both the presentation and the eventual fulfillment of this tasty morsel.
(A side-note: only in mid-clam-bite did I discover that the surrounding portion of mussels was more than just garnishment - they offered a spirited and strong counterpoint to the soft, fleshy clam meat).
Dessert was kept for last, of course - much as my mouth had been watering in anticipation since entering the restaurant. Having virgin Swiss chocolate drizzled over it while keeping a light-skinned external appearance, the Dirty Snowball Dessert was a gustatory delight. Firm-bodied and forgiving of my overly-excited attack upon it, the epicurean in me was at long-last sated - my taste buds had achieved Nirvana.
Bon appetite, I say!
I made the mistake of drinking too much tea and now I've started to get a little sick. Sometimes I get vertigo and it sucks. My eyes feel like there's pressure on them and I've stopped the tea-drinking. Hopefully it will pass and won't get into the vertigo stage where I end up feeling quesy and feel like vomiting.
Please take gentle care of yourself darlin'. get all better.
I never thought I'd give more thought to frogs, other than making the usual french surrender jokes......
I go out & catch Bullfrogs, to keep a good population in my basspond. There are tadpoles in the small ponds, but the biggun frogs disappear each year, it seems. hmmmmmmmmmmm
Trust me - as good as her chicken is, her taquitos grandes are beyond compare!
These appetizers were firm and full-bodied, containing spicy yet musky and subtle overtones with a dash of vanilla undertone, and each being topped by a perfectly-sized bon-bon, they literally melted in my mouth. The one detail that some might not fully appreciate but that truly enhanced the haute cuisine experience for this author is that the serving size was large enough to qualify as three regular helpings.
Tearing myself away from the introductory course I moved onto the main attraction, small-shell clam. A bit resistant to my effects to open them at first, but eventually caving in to my concerted efforts, the reward was more than worth the trouble - what I discovered within was truly delicious! Warm and inviting, pleasant to both the eyes and the palette, with just that slightest hint once again of vanilla, the meal struck its high note with both the presentation and the eventual fulfillment of this tasty morsel.
(A side-note: only in mid-clam-bite did I discover that the surrounding portion of mussels was more than just garnishment - they offered a spirited and strong counterpoint to the soft, fleshy clam meat).
Dessert was kept for last, of course - much as my mouth had been watering in anticipation since entering the restaurant. Having virgin Swiss chocolate drizzled over it while keeping a light-skinned external appearance, the Dirty Snowball Dessert was a gustatory delight. Firm-bodied and forgiving of my overly-excited attack upon it, the epicurean in me was at long-last sated - my taste buds had achieved Nirvana.
Bon appetite, I say!
So.......did you have sex or were you too bloated from the meal?
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Hmmm, I love these loaded straight-questions...well,
get all better.
hmmmmmmmmmmm
(Hawk, wanna give it a shot? You seem to be psychic