Abby crushes gymnastics class
Cartwheel? Nailed it! Somersault? Bam! Iron cross? Next time.
Classic over-zest reminds me why I prefer strippers!
Having been recently savaged by several diminutive Rooks for being unacceptably pithy in relation to the spicy sauce keeping company a fish taco, I thought it a good time to remind everyone that proper tools make a noticeable difference in performance.
If you want me to produce zest on command, don’t hand me a damn microplane grater when the situation clearly calls for at least a dedicated hand zester, if not a full-on stripper! Graters, friends, tend to overgrate; it’s what they do. Don’t blame me for giant piles of bitter pith when you lay out the wrong equipment in front of me!
- Stripper!
- Zester!
- Fail!
Will and Jackson audition for Bruce Brown
Except it was for about a minute… there was no surf… they never even tried to stand up… the only South African there was a Rhodesian Ridgeback… and it was March in New England. Everything else was just like an endless summer at the beach.
Better pony ride than the pony ride at the crap circus we saw in Lowell
When in doubt, trust Market Basket over circuses in Lowell.


