Saturday, October 15, 2005
SITTIN' AND THINKIN'
a used toothbrush can gain a new life as a bong screen cleaner. the frequent use of kashmiri hash will quickly clog your screen; making that old brush handy to have around.
i opened the bedroom window and then sat against the wall. removing the fly-screen created a noticible difference in the view and feel. distant objects look clearer and sounds have a feeling of "fullness" that was previously absent . i gazed out at nothing in particular.
AN IDEA
scanning a listing of meat markets i stop at KARABAGH MEAT AND DELI. the phone rings one, two, three, four times....
a women with a slight eastern european accent answers: hello?
i jovially say: howdie!
she: (laughing) howdie.
me: do you sell squirrel meat?
she: squirrel meat!?
me: yes, do you sell squirrel meat?
she: oh no! we only sell kosher....is squirrel kosher....no its not possible!?
me: can the squirrel be made kosher....maybe?
she: huh! kosher squirrel....this is....you eat squirrel!?
me: yeah, i love it especially squirrel pie.
she: what! a pie!? (pause) what does it taste like....chicken right.
me: noooo! i'd buy chicken instead....if you can make it kosher you should try it.
she: i have these animals in my backyard.
me: (laughing) good, you can catch a few and cook them fresh!
she: (laughing too) okay....well i must tell you goodbye....and good luck finding your squirrel.
me: and goodbye to you too and have a nice day.
she: thank you and you do too. bye-bye.
me: bye.
kosher squirrel - who knew?
a used toothbrush can gain a new life as a bong screen cleaner. the frequent use of kashmiri hash will quickly clog your screen; making that old brush handy to have around.
i opened the bedroom window and then sat against the wall. removing the fly-screen created a noticible difference in the view and feel. distant objects look clearer and sounds have a feeling of "fullness" that was previously absent . i gazed out at nothing in particular.
AN IDEA
scanning a listing of meat markets i stop at KARABAGH MEAT AND DELI. the phone rings one, two, three, four times....
a women with a slight eastern european accent answers: hello?
i jovially say: howdie!
she: (laughing) howdie.
me: do you sell squirrel meat?
she: squirrel meat!?
me: yes, do you sell squirrel meat?
she: oh no! we only sell kosher....is squirrel kosher....no its not possible!?
me: can the squirrel be made kosher....maybe?
she: huh! kosher squirrel....this is....you eat squirrel!?
me: yeah, i love it especially squirrel pie.
she: what! a pie!? (pause) what does it taste like....chicken right.
me: noooo! i'd buy chicken instead....if you can make it kosher you should try it.
she: i have these animals in my backyard.
me: (laughing) good, you can catch a few and cook them fresh!
she: (laughing too) okay....well i must tell you goodbye....and good luck finding your squirrel.
me: and goodbye to you too and have a nice day.
she: thank you and you do too. bye-bye.
me: bye.
kosher squirrel - who knew?
# posted by scotty @ 9:20 PM 
