Corndog leftovers :-) I thought the corndogs were a huge success and
Ruth was speechless! I must have got it right for once with the dogs.
The phallic aspect was not lost on me and had me aroused all night,
sadly the downs syndrome guy in the opposite apartment would not
answer his door. Anyways, I thought I only made 6 dogs, but I found
that I must have left 3 near the edge of the bench, because they
somehow rolled under the dirty dishes. So for tonight I have marinated
them in some oyster sauce and cilantro, ready for the skillet tonight.
I cant wait for another round of the doggies.......................and
just maybe I can catch that funny guy next door ;-)

--
Peter Lucas
Brisbane
Australia


We're all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there's
still hope.
But soldier, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're
already
dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to
function as
a soldier is supposed to function. Without mercy. Without compassion.
Without
remorse. All war depends on it.