free pure bread beagel
I have a pure bread beagel free to a good home only!!! He is about 13 wekks old please call ########## or email ########@aol.com ThaNks for looking !!!
Pure bread beagel, huh?
Or perhaps they have one of these:
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Hey I’m first to snark! Passing over the obvious (great Snoopy cartoon, dan) I’m intrigued by the sudDen randOm capitAlisatiOn in ThaNks. Maybe, however, in Sparky’s world this is how you spEll things when you measure tiMe in wekks? (or is he from foreign countries where they don’t speak / write / think MericUn ?)
*going to lie down now, feeling dizzy*
BUt there’s a possibilitY that MaYbe his shift key is on the Blink, And it randomly GEnerates capitaL letters.
Perhaps another possibiLity is that hE is embedding A SEcret code.
Why would I want a bagel?
Interesting thought, Mindfield…
**studies suckage**
“Be sure to drink your Ovaltine.”
Why wouldn’t you want a bagel? What, you don’t like my bagels?
Besides, it’s winter. You have to have bagels in winter. Apparently.
Oh, it’s a bagel from Lola? That changes EVERYTHING!
*blush*
I … I don’t know what you mean. Do you expect the flask as well?
What am I gunna do with an empty flask?
Who says it’s empty? It has whatever you want in it!
Just figured that if it was yours it was emptied hours ago.
Ah, no wonder I’ve had nothing for this all day–I had an English Muffin for breakfast. QED
:reads Mindfield’s comment:
I have a sudden urge to buy a bagel from an eerily smiling puppy.
Why, I just happen to have some available! Competitive prices, 0% financing, new and pre-owned in stock! Ask about our fully-loaded packages!
Must… lease… bagel… from… puppy…
Used bagels – who wants that crap?
Mindfield, some of those capital letters spell out:
“BUY MY GEL PLEASE.”
Anyone else notice that?
I think you missed a few capitals there — but just in case, I do happen to have a few leftover tons of ballistic gel. No questions asked or answered.
Oooh, is ballistic gel like Semtex?
Bombdude? Is this real or is MF … making it up?
If the Mythbusters used it, it must be real!
No, nothing like Semtex — I’d like to remain off the no-fly list for the time being. This is ballistic gel. It’s like Jell-O you can abuse, though it doesn’t taste nearly as good.
I’m pretty sure some people abuse Jell-O. Jus’ Sayin’
Sorry Lola, I wasn’t here to see the question.
I have some real hellacious deadlines at work for the next 3 or 4 months, so my snarky time is gonna be short during lunch, and at night, when it’s mostly used up.
However, I can say that I do abuse Jell-O… Ya don’t think I’m actually gonna eat that stuff do ya?
Hmm, pretty sure the word that is spelled incorrectly is “beagel.”
Obviously this person is peddling a pure bread BAGEL.
Not sure how he or she knows the gender of said bagel, but I’m not the expert here.
I wonder if he also has a large puter angle for sale?
I could use one of those; there isn’t enough angle on my putter. My balls keep ending up all over the place.
What?
Silly, bagels are all female! What did you think the hole in the middle was for?!
*Note: I realize that makes me sound suddenly creepy. I endorse no such activities as you lot are thinking of. Especially with moldy thirteen-week-old bagels.
Don’t worry, Astro, that was my first thought too. The male of the species is called a hoagie roll.
Rule 34 now applies to the bakery. Thanks a lot* guys.
Sorry, the alot doesn’t get thanked today.
Seriously, man, I was about to wonder what was wrong with you. That bagel is way too young.
Is there such a thing as a jailbait bagel?
Of course there is! And if you get caught with one, they’ll lox you up.
*Cops burst in*
OK, Mindfield, we know what you did to that poor bagel. Spread um!
Whoa, hey now, what we were doing was totally consensual. It wanted to be eaten! And I tell you truthfully, the cream cheese was the bagel’s idea. I was hesitant and I tried to tell it that I’m not into that kind of thing, but the bagel insisted.
Likely story! I bet you’ll pretend you didn’t know that bagel was only 13 wekks old! You were probably so baked at that point you didn’t even hesitate in de-flouring it.
It’s a sad world these days. Bread barely has a time to rise up before it’s beaten down again. Boys, throw him on the rack for a few days, maybe then he’ll play boule.
Now look here, that bagel had a package date label way past 13 weeks, and it certainly looked like it knew what it was doing when it came to getting some ‘oven. I’m the victim here!
Distraught Bagel Mom: She was pure, I tell ya! Pure as the New York Snow! She never would have asked for cream cheese. *sob*
There, there, WR… they’re just trying to run a schmear campaign.
One vote for EB for comment of the day. “Schmear campaign” Bwahahahahaha!!!
Isn’t
Schmeer Campaign
opening for
LoxNcapers
?
Grabs catulator from warm perch on top of dryer…
Let’s see…you take 13 wekks, divide by the tribble of quatrotritechaley, multiple by the atomic number of ThaNks and add in some fresh bread..and the answer is…
…pistachio/rutabaga ice cream…
Hmmm….think my catulator is defective these days…everything comes up sugar-based…sigh..
Better than mine! Mine always gives me fur-balls.
I think I see your problem. You keep including pi in the equation, and as you know, any multiple of pi is going to influence the outcome heavily to the sweet end of the spectrum. If you substitute with 4n / ((Thomas’ English Muffins) Bears^2) I think you’ll find a more accurate solution.
Substitution made…and now the catulator says..
“Mwroawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”
*flips catulator upright*
Ok, I’m getting…
…mincemeat pi…
Oh dear. I think your catulator has developed a buildup of static electricity. Try petting it for a few moments while touching something metal.
Pure Bread Beagel is IF’s Limp Bizkit cover band.
Do they sing that oldie Growing Up Yeasty
If this means bagel, then they are selling a thirteen-week-old bagel. Sounds moldy. Ew.
If this means beagle, then they are selling a beagle made of thirteen-week-old bread. Sounds moldy. Ew.
It’s not moldy, it’s aged. Mold only forms if it is left in an environment that doesn’t allow moisture to evaporate before mold can form. This, sir, is not a moldy bagel.
It’s a very large crouton.
But this is a pure bread bagel. Sparky probably keeps it in a bread box, which, if I remember correctly, contributes to mold.
How about a compromise: It’s crunchy on the outside, soft and moldy on the inside.
Okay.
Just cut the moldy outside of the bagel off. The inside will be nice and sharp due to the aging process. Remember, bagels are exactly like cheese that way.
What if it’s a cheese bagel? Do the effects cancel each other out and result in an eternally fresh bagel?
Yup, and if you spread jam on a cheese bagel it levitates.
No, not “weeks,” but “wekks”–which is the unit of time measure proportional to how long one must wait in a waiting area for medical attention to something embarassing while almost everyone you know is also present. It is similar in value to the length of time medical persona will leave you exposed in the least complimentary ways to the greatest number of gawping passers-by.
It is a relativistic unit, where other observers might measure it in mere seconds; but, subjectively spans decades.
It’s good to have a name for that Cap’n, thanks!
Interested parties should apply at the Beagle Bagel Café (and there actually is such an establishment).
There’s also the Regal Beagle.
It isn’t the same since Jack left, though.
Amen, puppy, amen. 🙁
The only authentic beagle cafe is the Warm Puppy Cafe where Snoopy lives. And yes, they have bagels.
Don’t pet the puppy!
Good blizzard morning to you all! I have made it into work, but may need to replace some of my tires. I could smell them burning as I tried to get out of my parking lot at home and then into the parking lot at work. This is why I have a shovel in my car.
We’re presently getting hit with a little more than the fringes of the giant system that passed over GA and swung north across MA and NY. In the GTA we didn’t get hit quite as bad as people further west, who enjoyed some lovely whiteout conditions. Here it just came in as heavy snowfall, and so far we’ve managed to accumulate a good 15cm or more in some areas. It’s still coming down though and another tail will hit us by the weekend, so we’re far from seeing the last of it.
I actually managed to make it to work on time too. Even in southern Ontario, the first snows turn everyone into jabbering idiots wondering where the hell all this frightening white crap came from, but so far everyone seems to have adjusted faster than normal this year.
I beg to differ re: GTA people handling snow well
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/toronto/toronto-police-officer-seriously-hurt-by-stolen-snowplow/article1866679/
Wow, and I thought the Detroit plow operators were bad.
To be fair though that was a psycho nutjob. One who wasn’t employed by the government, I mean.
See, I read GTA as “Grand Theft Auto” and assumed (from the title of the article) someone spent their snow day playing a real life version.
Who the [insert offensive curse word here] steals a snow plow? It’s not exactly stealthy, fast, or easy to hide.
@LaKitta: Me too!
Well, it’s a balmy 23 in Dallas this morning…sigh…
Not to worry, predicting 60s for the weekend.
One more thing to love about Texas – mercifully brief winters.
Maybe so, CJ, but how are those summers working out for you? You should check out a Canadian West Coast summer sometime. It makes the 6 months of rain oh so worth it.
Lou – first Happy (belated) Birthday! I meant to post that yesterday but got caught in a spiral of hate.
Secondly…psst…I’ll tell ya a little-known secret about us Texans…
We love the heat…most of us anyway.
Yeah, we’re crazy like that…maybe the heat’s fried our brains but most of us thrive in it.
Cold, on the other hand, is simply intolerable. I grew up in Missouri…in October my feet numbed from the cold. By February I was frozen from the hips down…and it took till June to thaw. I hated it, so I came to Texas in ’77 and stayed.
Thanks! I’m still trying to get rid of the lice LRC got me, but otherwise, it was a great day. And the West Coast winters are quite mild.
Here in Atlanta, everything has been shut down for 3 days. We’re super afraid of snow.
As a former northerner, I find it kind of hilarious.
That reminds me of when I moved west to enjoy their Canadian west coast summers for awhile — the resulting panic after 1 in of snow in January was entertaining. Especially the conversations that went along the lines of, “what do you mean you don’t own winter boots”, and “of course it is slippery, you shoveled but didn’t put any salt down, now it is sheer ice”.
now I feel bad, the cop in the story above died — but in my defense I was not amused this morning during rush hour when it caused the streets around the accident to be closed and transit re-routed.
No school yesterday, and wouldn’t ya know it, I’m home sick today. I’d better recover, because exams start tomorrow.
Get well, Astro.
Yeah, Astro, hope you feel better tomorrow.
Now, go use this time wisely…master __________<<<insert video game of choice here.
Astro — check out CHS website. GHE delayed finals by one day due to the “snow day” yesterday.
Get well soon.
Astro – Something to occupy you instead of video games.
No I’m not Chinese.
Irony: Wisconsin isn’t getting any snow this morning.
I keep a shovel in the car but it’s for … purposes unrelated to driving.
SJ, you just let me know if you need a second pair of hands for… Well, you know…
I want to thank all the helpful weather info… It is oh, so helpful… I am shut up in my basement with no windows, t.v. or radio, only this internet thingy. And wouldn’t you know the only site I can get to is YSaC… Thank goodness someone realized people like me came to YSaC for the hard-hitting and in-depth weather reporting that we can find nowhere else…
Someone really needs their morning coffee slice. Feel free to help yourself, plenty to go around.
We also have what I say is a very moldy bagel and what Mindfield claims is a very large crouton. I wouldn’t recommend eating it, but it can always remind you that things could be worse.
“Moldy Bagel-Crouton”
Either band name of the day, or a member of the royal family – your call.
Hey, Gramps is back! Where ya’ been?
Hi Gramps! Welcome back!
Astro, it’s Dwarf Bread.
You know, this isn’t quite a [matt] or a [corey]. Sir, I think you have pioneered, however inadvertently, a new category.
I think, since it leans more towards the “matt” side, we should call it…
[chuck]
No reason, I just like the way it sounds.
*prepares editing tools, just in case* I want you to know, I was coming to YSaC before we started sharing weather information. You are an upstart, and you risk being shunned.
In other news, my part of the world is supposed to have weather with lots of that bright yellow light in the sky and temps in the 80s. I do wish you right coasters would stop hogging all the winter.
Windrose, take all you want! We have plenty.
Seconded!
Thirded! If fact, I wish you had taken some of the 100+ inches of snow we got last year.
I did not mean to offend, but as I said i can only get to this site from my binkered in basement, so… I combined a “Passive-Aggressive” note with a YSaC post and “Ta-da!” Given enough time, my next trick may be a photo-shopped snoopy holding a bagel…
Make sure he’s using his hand to hold it and not his…
Gotta go.
Who’s up for a game of ring toss?
We can use the Beagle!
Not to worry – we is almost never offensed here. However, we DO NOT want to know about you being ‘binkered in your basement’. What you do privately is your own business, and you can call it anything you’d like.
You need a t-shirt for that?
No offense taken. The problem with good sarcasm is that it can sometimes be hard to tell from bad sincerity. Once we’re sure that you’re one of us, comments like that will be well received.
Is a binkered basement one that has Matt Groening’s cartoon character Binky in it? What’s that like? Aside from, apparently, limited contact with the outside world, of course.
Lola, wasn’t ‘Binky’ a Berke Breathed character in “Bloom County”? Or maybe I just missed ‘Binky’ in Mr. Groening’s world.
Umm, like – “whatever”.
Grampdaddy, Binky was the rabbit star of the Life In Hell strip.
Gramps, you’re thinking of Binkley, the neurotic one with the monster in his closet.
(Yes, I loved me some Bloom County and Outland.)
Ah, Lola and Mindfield – you are, of course, correct. I blame it on my age — the ‘l’ is the first thing to go.
*Oh, Opus, where are you when we really need you!*
And Today’s Whether report, brought to you Asshat Sparklington Industries Decontamination Division! When you think of toxic waste, think of Asshat Sparklington!
And now Taco with the Whether, Taco?
“Looks like there will be weather today. Lots of it in fact. In the South we’ll be seing a big mound of weather, followed by smaller flurries of weather drifting in from the North. Speaking of the North, there will be weather there too! After a morning filled with tons of weather, we’ll see it slope off sharply in the afternoon to a much lighter helping of weather by nightfall. Temperatures today will be above absolute zero, so make sure to dress accordingly. Back to you, Sparkles.”
“Thanks, Taco. Boy, that sure is a lot of weather today. I’ll be certain to drive carefully tonight, that’s for sure. In other news, Asshat Sparklington Industries announced their new line of bread beagles today…”
DG, sorry you are stuck in your basement. That sounds like no fun at all. Thanksfully, you get YSaC. Your morning would be very bleak if the only site you got was, say, Bravo TV or something along those lines. It would take more than slices of coffee to rescue you.
On the informative side (in my best Pacino growl), “We’re just gettin’ started!”
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It helps prevent misunderstandings.
HAhahahhaha, that’s awesome!
OMG… Isn’t “beagel” how Charlie Brown misspelled it at the spelling bee? He’s giving away Snoopy!!
I don’t know – thinly sliced, toasted, buttered, with some nice marmalade…. This might be just the thing to go along with a slice of coffee.
GRAMPDADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, this is like a Christmas and New Years gift in one! Welcome back!
Has been a long time – yes? I managed to get here today because school was closed. High winds and blowing, drifting snow make for dangerous roads.
Let’s see – have been lurking on a regular basis, but by the time I get home most days, all the good snark has been used up and all I have are the dregs – the old coffee grounds in the bottom; the loose tea leaves swirling about, waiting to tell a tale of woe….
Or, “Whoa!, Grampdaddy – you’ve got nothin’ to add here.”
SOoooooo, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyful Kwanzaa, Happy New Year, and Happy Birthday to everyone I’ve missed. Also, hope you are feeling better soon, and I’m glad you recovered.
*Please choose one or more of the above, as appropriate.*
So, Grampdaddy, what kind of Major Award-related gifts did you get this year?
OMG…I just remembered a post-A Christmas Story viewing conversation with hubby…who decided to ask Uncle Google about the “major award” in the movie.
Hubby: “Oooh…look you can get one of those….”
Me: “No”
Hubby: “But…”
Me: “No”
Hubby: “I could…”
Me: “NO”
This went on for a few minutes until I was able to distract him with something shiny.
Another bullet (or in this case tacky piece of Americana) dodged.
As an aside – did you know that every year there’s an auction held and the winning bidder gets to spend the holidays (two weeks) inside the house from the movie? Possibly awesome.
CJ, my favorite Major Award-themed item from this year was the string of lights – instead of little snowflakes or pumpkins or whatever, they were mini-MAs. I thought of Grampdaddy when I saw them!
Seriously? I would love to live in that house. Rescuing the neighbourhood from Black Bart and his minions, yelling at the Bumpus’s hounddogs, and spending long hours wrestling with that blasted furnace! Ah the times the Stools would have…….
Lola, did you think of me because of my shapely legs, or because of the fishnets?
Yeah… I’m gonna go brush my teeth.
Fishnets, Grampdaddy. I was jealous of yours.
Reading the comments, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who saw “Bagel” in the first read though.
Now I’m hungry for some reason… and a little paranoid. STOP STARING AT ME, LEMMY Mk2! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!
A pure bread beagel with no papers? Sparky should throw in a few Sunday Times, or at least a brown bag.
I got a napkin with my bagel.
My bagel came with a small packet of cream chese and a plastic knife to spread it!
Chese is pronounced “Shez” btw. It’s totally French. I should know, my wife is fluent.
Chese is, as everyone knows, a minced walrus spread.
Be glad it isn’t Greek. Greek and “spread it” sounds like it could be unpleasant unless your bagel is prepared.
Yay Grampdaddy’s back!
Edit: Er, maybe this was not the best place to stick this given his notation above.
Yay, Grampdaddy’s front!
2nd Edit: Hmmm, this isn’t working either.
Hi!
There are two ways to interpret that sentence.
1) The way Archie meant it.
2) A celebration of Grampdaddy’s wondrous posterior.
I chose to pretend the second interpretation doesn’t exist.
EDIT: Get outta my brain, Archie!
Minced walrus? They can hardly move! Calling it “mincing” is a stretch.
The thought of a Walrus Spread in the May Playboy is the reason brain bleach was invented.
What about a Walrus Spread in, say, November? Would that be any better, Indigo?
Thanks for commenting. Please do more as you are inclined.
Walrus?! But they hardly know us!
Why, thank you, Archie, for celebrating my front – hasn’t happened in years!
Taco: 2) A celebration of Grampdaddy’s wondrous posterior.
Butt, you promised you wouldn’t tell!
And most folks are more amazed by my wondrous anterior. (There’s no accounting for taste. 🙂 )
Already, I have peered inside of Taco’s head escaping with my life and a witty commentary, dusted off Grampdaddy’s heretofore unheralded front for celebratory purposes and it isn’t even 9 a.m. on the left coast! I have nothing to fear for the rest of the day.
*sails forth to face the world*
I thought people usually celebrated your wondrous anteater.
I thought people usually celebrated your wondrous anteater.
Gee EB, how nice of you to say.
I think……
Dusted?! A good vacuuming is more thorough…
What??
[OT]My brain picked a 7 second clip of music from my CD this morning to play in my head. The problem is, my brain can’t remember all the notes for the whole thing, so once it hits the end of the 7 seconds, it short circuits, adds a couple “joiner” notes, and then loops back to the beginning.
The end result is that this 7 seconds of music has been looping endlessly in my head without transitioning to the next part. Ima go stab my brain with a Q-tip to make it stop.[/OT]
That happens to me a lot. I’ve always assumed it was senility.
That happens to me a lot. I’ve always assumed it was futility.
I like to use coupons and find deals. I’ve always assumed it was frugality.
I like to use coupons and find deals, I’ve always assumed it was poverty…
Taco, my brain decides to loop in an entirely unrelated tune, hence leaving mash-ups of The Battle of New Orleans and the Theme Song from Davey Crocket. Let me know if the Q-tip thing works.
Hehe, mine does the unrelated tune thing, too.
I think I read somewhere (or I’m making this up, it could go either way) that you get a song stuck in your head because you can’t remember all of it, so your brain is mulling it over until you get it. So, I just track down the song to listen to it once or twice, and then listen to other catchy music…. It works about 80% of the time, I’d say :-p
I’ve been dealing with the same two measures of The Firebird Suite for the past three days.
While cooped up avoiding all that weather, I’ve been rereading the Sherlock Holmes cannon whilst the lass listens to the Bway Beauty and the Beast soundtrack on a loop. Now I can’t pick up my book without hearing Belle’s showstopper (“Is this Holmes?/Is this where I should learn to be happy?/Never dreamed/That a Holmes could be dark and cold/I was told/Ev’ry day in my childhood: Even when you grow old/Holmes should be where the heart is/Never were words so true!/My heart’s far, far away/Holmes is, too”). Come to think of it, the could be Watson’s big ballad.
Now I want a bagel.
Mr. AR’s new job is right next to the Kosher Dunkin Donuts. He got lunch from there yesterday. This could be dangerous, both for our spending and our waistlines.
I’m currently stuck at home waiting on new tires for my car. When I got out of the car at work yesterday, I heard hissing from the front tire. I got back at the end of the day, and sure enough it was flat. Fortunately, I park in a garage, so at least I wasn’t standing out in the snow, though the AAA guy had a hard time finding me. Once he did find me, he got the donut on and I had the immense thrill of driving in a couple inches of unplowed snow on a donut. This morning I took the car to the service station down the road. Tire is not repairable, so I’m waiting until the new tires arrive, or something. Oh well, more time on YSaC.
That reminds me that one of my tires started giving a low pressure warning. I suppose I should stop by the gas station on the way home and fill it.
Stupid tires and their need for air. I never had any air and I turned out just fine!
That explains so much…
Since we can’t get the tires for you, at least we can amuse-u-while-u-wait.
You (both “you”=Lola and “you”=collective you) always amuse me. It’s why I keep coming back, even when I don’t really have the time to do so.
I took hubby’s truck in to the shop for a tire rotation on the same day that every other person in town decided to do the same.
I got there early, but it was clear that my “early” was not nearly so early as others’ early.
I waited, for two hours, to get this done.
The upside was YSaC, but I think I left everyone in the place convinced I was ready for an “i love me” suit. I would read something, burst into uncontrollable laughter, set the phone down, wipe my eyes, lather, rinse, repeat.
I noticed the chairs around me emptying, and not from folks picking up their vehicles. I also noticed furtive glances from the store staff and whispered voices in my direction.
Good times indeed.
If you wanted to ensure absolute privacy for at least ten meters around you, you should have laughed uncontrollably, wiped the tears, and then instantaneously adopted an angry expression, looked at the first person staring at you, and said in a flat voice, “What?” And then, without waiting for an answer, started laughing again.
Not only is watching people back slowly away and trip over mop buckets and toolboxes endlessly entertaining, you’ll probably get your car bumped up the priority queue just to get you out of there. Win/win!
Smiling Puppy, I love the way you think! That’s the kind of thing I used to do during staff meetings when I was in the corporate world.
Probably explains why I’m no longer in the corporate world….
It’s how I always get seats on buses and trains, too. It’s amazing how the stop after the one I get on at always seems to be everyone else’s stop.
I love you, freaky puppy.
I have a dream. Some day, at least a dozen or more of us commentors will gather in the same place on the same day at the same time, and using lap tops and cell phones, carry on a conversation here, but laugh out loud at the park or library or zoo or wherever we end up gathering.
And the lurkers can come and literally lurk, and every once in a while we’ll hear the shrubbery titter.
*titter titter titter*
*sigh* It’s the Day of Tires, apparently… I just got to work an hour ago, which feels really weird because people have been eating lunch and I just barely had breakfast… My problem was that Big O Tires apparently didn’t seal something right with a weight on my tire… or something… so I’ve had a slow leak ever since I got these tires. (But that’s kinda good, because it means that the flat wasn’t caused by me running over anything, so it wasn’t my fault!) And my mechanics are angels, and came out to put the donut on AND fixed my big tire, all at no charge. These guys are great…
Wow, “Big O Tires” sounds strangely…… erotic. Just have to ask, what is their advertising slogan?
“For the Ride of Your Life”
“Come to ‘Big O’, We won’t Jerk You Around”
“When it’s Wet and Slick, We’ll Keep You Movin’ ”
AHhaha, nothing so exciting. “A team you trust” or something like that.
Please tell me that when they were done they said “Come again!”
Uh, oh… I’m pretty sure MrEB was actually the one to deal with the new tires on my car (earlier this year). Should I be worried??
Depends; has he had problems with the Big O in the past?
Oh, look! There’s still a few cobwebs in this corner.
:gets out vacuum:
This, of course, reminds me of an old Steve Allen routine in the early-ish days of talk shows. He would call up businesses. He called a cleaners. “Big-A Cleaners? How much to clean my big A?”
Ah, those were the days.
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Yes, I was wondering … is that its actual name?
It’s a Dunkin Donuts like any other, except that it doesn’t serve meat products and there is a rabbi who checks in regularly to make sure that everything they’re serving comes with kosher certification. All of the DD stuff is kosher, at least until it is unpackaged and potentially exposed to treifness. Except at kosher ones, where there is no traifness. There are 2 kosher DDs here in B’more, and at least a couple in metroNYC. Probably other places too. Krispy Kreme is also one that can be kosher if supervised. There used to be one near here, but it closed. I cried.
That must be nice for you. Smart of the owner/manager to choose to do that. Perhaps they, too, cried when the Krispy Kreme closed, and did what they could.
My niece just mentioned a 1-year-old “bagel, no extras” that she saw advertised in the pet section near Tacoma. Related to this pure bread beagle or mere coincidence? Maybe the new “designer pet” trend marries dough and dogs? Get your very own doug!
Beware of Doug.
Mindfield, I want to marry you all over again. I love Larsen.
Hey, get a forum, you few! Many? Whatever.
I totally read that as “pure bread bagel.” Couldn’t figure out what other kinds of bagels there might be . . .
You’ve got those mixed-breed marbled pumpernickel ones — the mongrels of the bagel world.
Or those “Everything” ones – they’ve been around the block a few times.
Yeah, those are like the prostitutes of the bagel world. They’ve got everyone’s seeds on them.
That’s why I always make sure to wrap my bagel.
Nicci, I love your avatar picture. Kitties and Puppies are nice and rats are dandy, but babies are my biggest weakness. waaaaah. 8)
What about toddlers? 🙂
D’waaah! Especially that toddler. 8) Still rather baby-like, so still makes me all soft and fuzzy feeling.
I’ve got an even cuter picture in the most recent post on my blog :-p
I read “beagal” as “bagel” about four times before getting it right. Makes it even funnier.
“free pure bread beagel”
You know, Sparky could have gone with “free pure bred bagel”. Makes me want to go brain-bleach my mouth.
It’s an Aryan bagel. *throws fist in the air* White Flour!
Mindfield, there’s a Reverend Sharpton with the Multigrain Alliance on line two for you.
Tell him he’ll have to wait. I’m on the phone with Muffin Luther King Jr. at the moment.
OT: Did anyone else get their Adores reset? Suddenly, I have apparently not clicked any, even though I know that to be untrue.
My doors seem to be sticking. Try clearing cache and refreshing. Could just be your browser having an Alzheimer’s moment.
I need things cached for now, but will try that later. Thanks.
I can’t tell, since I adore people from home in the morning, and now can adore you all from the work station. New Policy, y’all! This is legal now! On breaks, of course, but still. Better than before. But I get clean new doors at work.
Windrose, I noticed you were on during the day. Glad it’s legit. I thought perhaps you’d just said “eff it, let them catch me and fire me and be even more understaffed, hahahahaha!” or something.
Aren’t you going to blow out of that popsicle stand soon? I hope that plan is still on. We need you at home, snarking all the time! 8)
Lola, well, uh, y’see, Chthulhu needs to get a job with medical insurance benefits, and then I can retire. Otherwise the cobra will do me in. In four years I will hit that magical age with a zero and a six, and then I won’t increase my retirement percentage any further. After that I would be working for free, basically, so that is the final word right now.
PLEASE remember us in your spiritual endeavors, and maybe I won’t have to wait that long. 8)
Hoping for the best for both of you, and the sooner the better.
Windy, would you mind deleting this comment, please?
Edit: Apparently I can’t delete without going into the Command Center ™ and I can’t get there from here easily. I will update at home, unless this is acceptable.
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A door, for anyone who needs one.
But…I don’t know how to do that.
ALT + a 3 number combination between 176 and 206 using the numeric keypad. (Replace ALT with Command on Mac.) Or in Windows just pull up the character map in Start->Accessories->System Tools.
They’re my go-to characters in places where you can’t post pictures. Works better in forums where you can change the font type and size though.
My doors have been wonky-woo for days. Or else I’m having serious old-timers moments.
I prefer fun old-timers moments. Who wants to be around ’em when they’re all serious… & stuff.
Whatever…
What’re YOU lookin’ at?
Okay, okay… we’re getting off your lawn already!
I’m not sure, but I think that some things I doored before have fresh +1 buttons after I reloaded the page.
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Ooh..looky! A door! Wonder what’ll happen when I open it???
Creeeeeaaaaaak…..
It’s pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
Time to roll for initiative!
:rattle-rattle:
Dammit, I got a two.
Uh-Oh – that means it got bigger.
Wait for it, wait for it…..
Yup, it grue-some.
Yeah, well, they’d laugh in first grade!
Bwahahahahaha!
I guess that means I’m in first grade. When’s the finger painting?
Right after milk and graham crackers, and nap time. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Naptime? Yes please!
(We recently had the cubicles and seating areas rearranged. I’m still in the same place [The Pit] but my supervisor now has an almost-closed-off cube [The Lair] and there is also an unused 3-walled cube near his desk [The Nook]. We keep saying someone should bring in a hammock or Monster Sac or something to make it The Nap Nook, but it hasn’t been approved by On High yet…)
Snack time, nap time, finger painting – I want in!
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Yay! Checkers!
LOL Astro, that looks so odd in the talk among yourselves box. 8)
And, since you asked so nicely, I would like to let you all know that we continue to be having weather in New England.
I’m gonna guess it was the weather we had in Indiana yesterday. We enjoyed it so much we decided to share it.
You’re welcome.
Stay safe!
Stay snarky!
Stay thirsty, my friends!
[curiosity] A few years ago, a certain anti-virus company that claims medical expertiese found a malware, which they named beagle.a
A different anti-virus company, one which used to be utile, also named their discovered instance of the malware as well: bagel.a
Yet another antivirus company, also with spurious medical assertions, then compounded the trend, but publishing about the bagele.a malware
To this date, these are described as different malware (and to vaying subvarients; beagle.t; bagel.s; and bagele.q). The fact that each company can “boost” its numbers of “viruses protected against” can cause significant amonunts of sarcasm. At least among those deep enough in to know how spurious the average AV claim is.
Twice now, Richard has stopped in once, made a Don’t Suck-ish comment, and then disappeared into the sunset. Sigh. Punchity-Punch-Punch, Richard Chimera!
G’Night, Pleasant Hills!