[SenorJalapeno]

Wow! You speak all the languages I speak. Wasabe on anything short of a cockroach is worth trying.

Cold Cucumber soup with dill or Hot Summer Squash soup with cayenne?

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It is imperative for a boy to break bones and so I have.

Same question please.

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Hello aspiring actors, directors and neo-ninjas with a predilection for erm immolation! How goes it, persons above me?

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It rained for an hour! It was afternoon but the skies were a beautiful shade of charcoal-gray, reminding me of the impeccable suits of the Late Francois Mitterrand who was the Gary Cooper of European Presidents. I was sitting outside a cafe, chewing on an Oatmeal cookie, paying particular attention to the succulent raisins, when the heavens opened up. After the initial aqueous overture, the strong wind brought the rain in a fortuitous fusillade of fine mist caressing everything within its reach. While I was yet deliberating whether or not to get wet, since I was wearing my new loafers, it abruptly stopped raining.

I love the world just after the rain! The aroma of soaked earth, the damp peanut grass with its fragile pale yellow blossoms bowed as if in humble gratitude, the resonant amphibian chorus from across the freshly bathed palms, the huge boulders beside the beaten-path that look like badly squished Gulab Jamun served on a mutilated Banana leaf, and the mishmash of umbrellas.

Presently, the cafe was besieged by the pitter-patter of rushing feet that had resumed their rummage for cheap buys and the muffled soliloquy of the solitary janitor, mopping up the watery remains off the floor with a long mop and a longer face. I am convinced that each of the creases on his forehead has a pathos my imagination is ineligible to fathom.

I drank the last bit of coffee, gazed into the bottom of the cup, as I pondered if I should have played in the rain as always. I stood up and stepped out of the portico. A single drop of water quietly slid off the awning and exploded on my cheek. Rare is the moment when something so small holds so much in its embrace.

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I know, person above me. I was just kidding. I'm having a local blend of Coffee grown in the vicinity of a monastery a few hundred miles south of where of I live, known as the Monks Blend…absolutely delicious. I will drink a cup in your honor (any excuse I can get Lol) person above me.

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Sounds like you are calling me an animal, person above me, Lmao!

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Oh, person above me, that reminds me of Napoleon in George Orwell's 'Animal Farm' and the One Commandment of Animalism: 'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.'

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Person above me is gifted with the art of making people feel important…thank you!

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Pizza? You speak the language of my people? Wow!

Pot-roast?

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Person above me is erm lazy to read above posts Lol!

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Everything and anything remotely interesting instantly became an adventure.

Same question.

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Person above me has no idea about what person above her and now below her is talking about. Awww…you feewin' sweepy person above me?

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A day seemed to last forever.

Same question please.

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Moderately yuck.

Frozen grapes?

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Chief? Beecken? Dang it I cannot choose between Chicken or Beef. Both.

Maine Lobster or Alaskan King Crab?

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Las Vegas

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Nessa ji, you like Don Henley! This makes you a very important person Lol.

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If my neighbors ask me about the loud noise, I will just have to say one word: Cats. Good heavens my neighborhood has more stray cats than an entire Red Light District. Some have designated my garage roof as a 'Make-Out Point,' and often at night, I can hear the most unimaginable noises. Sometimes, cats sound like people.

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Never had any.

Crawfish?

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Covenant

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