...so she sent me home with a colloidal suspension.
Does that make me a hip stirrer?
Because this way, it will bond better
An Instigator
"It was a wok in the park."
It was a whisk I had to take
It’s a real Shih Tzu.
Bubble 07
Officers have nothing to go on.
I don't know why she got mad. She told me to take him for a wok.
...it's supposed to be a C-food stir-fry.
I call it Deep Fry-day
Dead Man Wokking
He doesn't like bringing his wok home.
She went stir crazy.
It was stirring
It was a whisk i was willing to take
He said it was just a wok in the park
Yep. We are bonding.
They never complain, they keep to themselves and they always pay their rent on time. The only weird thing is they insist on paying me in stir-fry. But all in all, I guess they're pretty lo mein tenants.
I left my brownies in the oven too long
What Jamaican?
For context: we have a vegetable garden and a dog named Max
During dinner, my mom remarked how her stir fry was made almost entirely out of vegetables from our garden except the eggs, to which my dad said “well then we’ll just have to raise some chickens.”
I reply, “well what about Max?”, implying that he might attack the chickens.
And without hesitation my dad replies, “well he can’t lay eggs”
My daughter who was helping, added some peas, ‘for pea-ness’ she said. Then fled laughing.
He's a wokstar
Dad: “No officer, it’s ‘Hi, how are you?’”
Because it was Due Another Day
It hit wok-bottom.
Bond. They Bond.
It's easy!
Dump, stir.
Woks up, doc
It was a stirring tribute.
That's a recipe for disaster.
"Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?"
He declines. "Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It must be the Viagra," he says. "It's really taken the edge off my appetite.
At lunchtime, she asks him if he'd like something. "How about a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?"
He declines. "The Viagra," he says, "really trashes my desire for food.
Come dinner time, she asks if he wants anything to eat. "Would you like a juicy rib eye steak and some scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?"
He declines again. "No," he says, "it's got to be the Viagra. I'm still not hungry."
"Well," she says: ""Can you now stop and get off me? I'm bloody starving!!".
She says: "We need to have a wok at some point".
I responded: "But it's so cold, can't we just drive?"
You've probably never heard of it.
I was shaken, but not stirred.
I suppose you could say I'm stuck between a wok and a hard plaice.
Not a creature was stirring, because somebody stole all the spoons.
