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Chevre

My wife knows I love food
more than I like sex.
This irritates her.
Chevre, Chavrie,
my first experience on the pizza line.
Chicken,
rosemary, (fresh)
EVO,
garlic,
fontina.
Friday nights
tossing in full view,
jammed full –
two hundred fifty people.
Chicken pizza
under warm amber lighting.
Goat cheese melting
in a giant fireplace.
Clean the bottom
with a stiff wire brush.
Logs in the back right corner.
Smoke,
embers floating off.
Exhibition.

— Conect11, Sep 13, 2007

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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

in some

fine cultures burping is high praise at the finish of a meal. Mark W.
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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

oh, I was aware

that you were aware and was simply applauding your awaredness. Bon Appetit! Mark W. p.s. who the hell would want to bone ape tits, anyways? Blech!
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JulieMcCarty

18 years 8 months ago

UH OH

I guess I am glad I am not your wife. LOL I thought this was very nice. How bout makin a body pizza? LOL Julie
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 8 months ago

Sex is so bloody over-rated

as a SNAG (sensitive new age guy, but never call me a caring understanding nineties type) I spend more attention to ensuring her pleasure than having a jolly old bonk. Yeah, give me a superb fillet mignon or coral trout (ever tasted coral trout? Orgasm of the mouth) any day. cheers, Jess
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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

coral trout

no, I must certainly search that out. It's weird and creepy to think but I take after my grandmother in the sex department. The only reason my mom and uncle were born was because grandpa managed to catch grandma twice during their marriage, lol! BTW, just nit picking but it's "filet" for beef and "fillet" for fish. Mark W.