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Post by trevorheath on Jan 19, 2013 9:47:42 GMT -5
Bourru, I always felt when previewing the different board topics, that this will be one that many Forumites will not touch and it seems that i was right! LoL Bourru, pray tell what do you have in mind re-that Topic? ;D   |
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Post by bax on Jan 19, 2013 9:53:24 GMT -5
Awah Heath!!! My eyes well ready for spicy revelations early in the morning and you making me sooff like that!! Awah messieur!!!
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Post by mrspickwick on Jan 20, 2013 19:52:50 GMT -5
So no one wants to come here!~ Confessions huh? Well..let me start..It's not going to be what you expect. You'll be expecting a girl like me to be baring her soul about all the naughty, nasty things I did in my teenage years. Uh uh not at all! I am compelled to confess about my transgressions when i was teaching myself to cook. As I said to Wazz, I am interested in his progess and his New Year's resolution that he wanted to learn to cook brought back a flood of memories, some funny, some painful. I never liked to cook. Give me the kitchen after the meal and i turn it into a picture for HGTV! So..I was forced to learn to cook and so one day I decided i needed to learn how to make a cake! Well.when I watched my mum make cakes, she simply threw flour, butter, sugar etc into a bowl, mixed it up for a while, filled the pan, put it in the oven and voila, after some time, she pulled out a perfect beautiful cake. My mum made a killer coconut cake. So..on this day, i followed my mother's example. Well..what came out of the oven was indescribable! Un hontay, if you ask me! To save myself embarassment, I decided to get rid of the damn thing before my husband got home. Therefore, instead of wasting it, I thought that feeding it to the dog was the next best thing to throwing it away! Well..I must tell you about that dog. She was the cutest little thing you had ever seen and her name was Chubby! Matay saav chien a tay fway! So..I put the 'cake' out for the dog. She came running, wagging her bobtail. AA..Chein a venir, ee sentir bagai la, peesay asousiy ec dit moin manger sa ou meme! The little bitch walked away from my 'cake' without taking a bite and ran off to meet her neighbourhood man! So..I had perforce to bury the cake, because there was no way Mr. H could ever know that i had failed so miserably at cake baking! Wazz.. prende cher! That's my true confession! LOL
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Post by trevorheath on Jan 21, 2013 11:11:50 GMT -5
Yeah, Sandra my girl, I go touch dat one and since de dog refused it and you buried the evidence have you gone back since then and see if dat patch of ground has ever been productive? Mwen Kwere "Bon-bon" sa la tay Toxic! But don't worry, your secret "safe" LoL
Trevor H
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Post by ignatiusjean on Jan 22, 2013 0:02:56 GMT -5
Sister Sandra, I am only now reading this...I think the neighbors will call the police!! Eh bien...Kassay bois en Chou mackack pas blagg!! Woy MANW with tears. The dog piss on the doughboy (not even close to a rock cake). Great stuff.
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Post by jimmyinct on Jan 22, 2013 2:35:06 GMT -5
Ahem! It is now 2013 and I trust you have passed a few classes and even graduated at least cum laude in cooking.
There is a luncheon invitation at large for me to honor, and such a confession leaves me in lachryma and trepidation.
Ma foi, I do not have Chubby's options, but manners maketh man, one can always take refuge in a cup of tea...yes...if you can boil water.
Heng l'orangette!
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