Men don't even do the chores we are required to do, let alone even conceive of adding to the to do list of another. A man brings a six pack of excellent German beer, not a vat filled with hops, yeast and wort.
Both left and right are calling for a lighter tone at madison.com as I play
Some years ago, I worked at an artisan bakery in Cincinnati. There was always more dough made than what got 'baked off' by the end of the day and, with the owner's permission, I would often take home ziplock bags of ready-to-bake dough and give them to certain neighbors - some men and some women - who seemed, at the time anyway, happy to have the dough. They each said they enjoyed putting it in the oven, baking it, and having freshly baked bread (and the aromas that went with it) with their suppers or especially when they entertained guests. If I went more than a couple of weeks without taking them dough, several of my neighbors would actually stop by to ask if I had quit working at the bakery.
When I told my bachelor neighbor across the street that I could also bring him 'day old' bread already baked, he said that would be fine, thank you very much, but he'd rather have the dough.
Whatever it is, it better be fully prepared before bringing it over, or - with advanced permission, mind you - require no more effort than firing up the grill, stove, or oven.
But a bag full of dough, with instructions to pass it along? It'd end up in the same place as all the other chain letters and emails I've received - In the trash bin, with extreme prejudice.
No, we wouldn't. The nearest equivalent would be ... okay, there isn't one. Maybe, "Hey, I just bought all this ammo, let's go to the range and shoot it up. On me."
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Men don't even do the chores we are required to do, let alone even conceive of adding to the to do list of another. A man brings a six pack of excellent German beer, not a vat filled with hops, yeast and wort.
Both left and right are calling for a lighter tone at madison.com as I play
South Park Conservatives & Daily Show Liberals
and Donna from the left asks
Let's cool down the rhetoric
Cordially,
Uncle J
This is a good demonstration of the word "presumptuous." One need not be a woman to be presumptuous.
Heh, I'm sure there is at least a man out there who would do this to another man.
Never in a million years.
"A woman means by Unselfishness chiefly taking trouble for others; a man means not giving trouble to others." -- C.S. Lewis dba Screwtape the Demon.
What Uncle Jimbo said. Six-pack or bust.
Some years ago, I worked at an artisan bakery in Cincinnati. There was always more dough made than what got 'baked off' by the end of the day and, with the owner's permission, I would often take home ziplock bags of ready-to-bake dough and give them to certain neighbors - some men and some women - who seemed, at the time anyway, happy to have the dough. They each said they enjoyed putting it in the oven, baking it, and having freshly baked bread (and the aromas that went with it) with their suppers or especially when they entertained guests. If I went more than a couple of weeks without taking them dough, several of my neighbors would actually stop by to ask if I had quit working at the bakery.
When I told my bachelor neighbor across the street that I could also bring him 'day old' bread already baked, he said that would be fine, thank you very much, but he'd rather have the dough.
Ashton Kutcher would.
God forgive me, but I read the headline and thought:
Please, no more Michael Jackson stories.
Bread dough ready to go is one thing, but this Amish friendship bread is horrifying. And I really like the Amish!
Really, I'd rather till the fields than 10 days in the making bread.
"Would a man do this to another man?"
Probably not. It's interesting how similar the process is to making Pruno. What's Pruno you ask?
http://www.blacktable.com/gillin030901.htm
Whatever it is, it better be fully prepared before bringing it over, or - with advanced permission, mind you - require no more effort than firing up the grill, stove, or oven.
But a bag full of dough, with instructions to pass it along? It'd end up in the same place as all the other chain letters and emails I've received - In the trash bin, with extreme prejudice.
No, we wouldn't. The nearest equivalent would be ... okay, there isn't one. Maybe, "Hey, I just bought all this ammo, let's go to the range and shoot it up. On me."
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