tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post115272399683647478..comments2024-02-10T01:32:22.643-06:00Comments on The Quick Gray Fox: Lobster trappedPoppy B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532483657395207695noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1153062686516985002006-07-16T10:11:00.000-05:002006-07-16T10:11:00.000-05:00Well, the thing is ... when I'm treated like a pup...Well, the thing is ... when I'm treated like a puppy, I feel like a bitch.Poppy B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01532483657395207695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1152845877853405412006-07-13T21:57:00.001-05:002006-07-13T21:57:00.001-05:00And Joke, So,How Do You Know Poppy?And Joke, So,<BR/>How Do You Know Poppy?MsCellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05399187248681818440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1152845839412707032006-07-13T21:57:00.000-05:002006-07-13T21:57:00.000-05:00I'd be instantly suspect when I got the invite "Br...I'd be instantly suspect when I got the invite "Bring your own lobster"<BR/><BR/>Puhleze. It reeks of Nouveau Riche or the Credit Card Max'd. If you can't afford lobsters for everyone, serve something you CAN afford. I. Hate. Pot. Luck. In. Any. Of. Its. Guises.<BR/><BR/>And lobsters take HUGE pots to boil or steam properly - I'm curious as to how they cooked a bunch of whole lobsters ...and the screams while lobsters cook can be awful. <BR/><BR/>This post certainly got my knickers in a snit. And not even about the social climbing which is annoying and then laughable; it's the waste of a few good lobsters that has me frothing at the mouth!MsCellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05399187248681818440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1152749287721087282006-07-12T19:08:00.000-05:002006-07-12T19:08:00.000-05:00I LOVELOVELOVELOVE being asked "...so...how DO you...I LOVELOVELOVELOVE being asked "...so...how DO you know Poppy?" In fact, if I loved it any more, I'd have to rush to the confessional immediately thereafter.<BR/><BR/>It is my all-time favorite question to field.<BR/><BR/>-J.Jokehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05672407657347134623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1152748629502596582006-07-12T18:57:00.000-05:002006-07-12T18:57:00.000-05:00My favorite is "And how EXACTLY do you know Poppy"...My favorite is "And how EXACTLY do you know Poppy". <BR/><BR/>or<BR/><BR/>"Oh, you live in Stepford...what street....ohhh, now WHICH HOUSE is yours????? <BR/><BR/>FiddledeedeeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-1152734026315360332006-07-12T14:53:00.000-05:002006-07-12T14:53:00.000-05:00I was going to say that a 'bring your own lobster'...I was going to say that a 'bring your own lobster' party sounded like such a good idea -<BR/>but not if I have to also bring my resume and K's reel...blackbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05474831322702380602noreply@blogger.com