"SMACK MY BISQUE UP
You can almost hear the steel drums and kinky Reggae when you slurp this sexy take on a Caribbean classic. It takes a little work to harness the flavors, but trust me when I say it’s well worth the time (hint hint)."
As satire, maybe. Like a frat boy version of the Onion's Smoove B, if he were white, and cooked. Judging from his blog, it kinda looks more like How to Turn Your Apartment Into the Downtown Kirkland TGI Friday's.
@ 8: *anytime basil, oregano, thyme, salt, cracked pepper, flour, or sugar is called for, you should substitute Rohypnol to just under perceptible taste.
I can like authors and books independently, but in this case I feel diseased already just by coming into contact with the (assumably) shitty book and the infected author asshole who wrote it.
I had the same notion that Ms. Hallett had after reading that first email. If he didn't want to sound like a complete creep, he probably should have taken special care to point out that sex was not part of the deal, especially after he mentioned bringing a camera crew with him for the evening.
"My friends sent me a link"... yeah, right, Spencie!
Those are the words of a malignantly narcissistic incessant self-googler. At least he has the tiny bit of self-awareness necessary to know that he should lie about it. Shamefully. And then cry about it.
Eww no! I go to Lewis & Clark. Why would he go there?! I have a deep urge to stay VERY far away from this individual. He'll taint my happy place of learning with his enormous skeevy-ness! There isn't a penicillin shot big enough to cure that!
Pretentious.
you had me @ skanks.
You can almost hear the steel drums and kinky Reggae when you slurp this sexy take on a Caribbean classic. It takes a little work to harness the flavors, but trust me when I say it’s well worth the time (hint hint)."
As satire, maybe. Like a frat boy version of the Onion's Smoove B, if he were white, and cooked. Judging from his blog, it kinda looks more like How to Turn Your Apartment Into the Downtown Kirkland TGI Friday's.
or even, The Strangers' Charles Mudede.
I was just reading an article this week about how that's a perfectly acceptable closing.
Jeez.
oh speaking of bj's and bets, if you want one I'll give you even odds that I won't bite off your micro-dick just for fun.
Nitpick @3: Smoove does, in fact, cook: http://preview.tinyurl.com/35wkzdf . Never tried any of the recipes, though.
Way to live up to our expectations, Spencer.
Those are the words of a malignantly narcissistic incessant self-googler. At least he has the tiny bit of self-awareness necessary to know that he should lie about it. Shamefully. And then cry about it.