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Over here in Belgium it's hot too...About 30 metric-C-degrees. :D It's been so damn good weather lately, that Sjoko wouldn't believe me if I told him, and would sail right back!

But I still don't get the part where you apply soft toiletpaper to your smokey salmon... :confused:
 
Sure it is... I bet you need quite some acoustical isolation if you're doing your SM thingy, all screamin' and rubbin' that smokey 57-year old salmon with soft toilet paper... :eek: Better keep the neighbours out of this, right? :rolleyes:
 
pchorman,

I know you specifically asked for BBQ Ribs, so I didn't say anything, but now with the references to Doprah (sp?) in this thread, I took it as a sign.

My wife got this recipe for "Quincy Jones Ribs" from the Oprah show which made me a little skeptikal at first, but they are without a doubt THE best ribs I have ever eaten anywhere!

If you decide to try them, be sure to use "baby back ribs" as opposed to spare ribs or any other less expensive ribs. The difference is beyond quantification.

You have to plan ahead to allow time for them to marinate, and you can cook them on the grille, wrapped in foil if you like.

One taste of these ribs, and I threw away my bottle of BBQ sauce!
Let me know if you like them.

Oh yeah, the recipe.......http://oprah.oxygen.com/food/recipebox/recipes/recipe_20010627_ribs.html


Twist
 
OK!! Jezus!! It took long enough!
Twist, you got the answer!
Now I can go away without havig to worry about this thread!
 
Thanks Twist. Maybe this weekend I'll get the chance to enjoy a nice rack. (hopefully big ones) Will report.
 
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musicsdarkangel said:
aw man, here in illinois, its hot man, but its funny, ever since summer started, its cool, but before it was hot. WIERD. como te llama?
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Spanish for "How is your llama?"
 
Just a note to inform you that I'm resigning. Details / reasons as follows:

Resignation:

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across mud puddles and make a sidewalk with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables (up to 12 no further!), and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in power of smiles, hugs, and kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So... recycling my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........"TAG! You're it."

That's going around the internet - I think they should make it a new religion, as its got more validity than any of the others
 
I want to go back to the time when.....................

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"

"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly."

Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.

It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.

Being old, referred to anyone over 20.

The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball
And rules didn't matter.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.

It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event.

Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a slingshot.

Nobody was prettier than Mom.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big
people" rides at the amusement park.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures.

No shopping trip was complete, unless a new toy was brought home.

"Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense.

Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

War was a card game.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!!


Found this one in my e-mail this morning.
 
sjoko2 said:
recycling my checkbook and my car-keys,
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I'll take these off your hands. What's your balance and what kind of wheels is it?
 
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