Is there some conspiracy out there in the cosmos that programmed kids born in the year 1956 to have certain indefatigable characteristics such as: they love to eat; They love to yak; And they know how to party? Did someone up there accidentally sprinkle contaminated stardust on these souls before they were conceived in their mothers' wombs? How else can we explain why ASSes class of '73 have always felt the blunt end of the discipline master's stick? And how else can you explain how a seemingly innocent conversation can mutate into a mangled poetry of erotic cuisine?
At 3:27 PM 13/5/99, Willy Fung wrote:
I am left speechless after reading this masterpeice of prose with imagery that just begs to spring to life from the pages and puts the Immortal Bard to shame !! I am left trying to conjure up images of phallic symbols thrusting into receptacles, only withdrawing when their deposits are left behind !!! For shame, For shame !!
I am not WORTHY, Sir Lo !!!
Willy
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From: Peter Lo
Sent: May 13, 1999 7:36 AM
To: kentish@chung
Speechless, hardly. They are waiting for the next jug of juice to flow. Great pretenders one and all. Usually they make the greatest, tastiest, most enviable pies at home. No matter what they stuff 'em with, them pies are always hot off the oven with that lovely aroma wafting up one's nose and triggering those brain cells called desire.
And you're right, Alice, about the right plonk. A woman who knows how to stroke a bottle till maturity can turn an average bottle of plonk into a classy champaigne. The way she fingers the bottle with expert care, how she uncorks the head, and gently shakes it until the white foamy tide gushes to the tip, over the top and lands in controlled cascades in champaigne glasses. A novice you can tell, when she shakes the bottle too excitely too soon, and the precious juiice usually gushes out in a single torrent and all is wasted in a matter of seconds. (good thing I never keep an expensive carpet!)
Similarly,don't women judge a man's passion and experience by the way he kneads, massages, stuffs, fills, nurtures and eats his pie? I am told if he leaves no traces or stains anywhere after he's baked his pie to purrfection, then he is very good. Most men leave a dog's breakfast behind. Disgusting.
I know, they never taught us pie etiquette in university either. That's why I'm still learning to be good.
Pete Lo
ps. Steuart, we're only massaging pies and champaigne here. Think of what else you could miss over 3 glorious weeks in Vancouver 99.
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At 9:09 PM 12/5/99, kentish@chung wrote:
Grace
Speechless indeed - what with kai lat and dripping - I hope they spread it evenly all round and lapping every micro bit and wash it down with a suitable decent plonk. Cheers!! Axxx
Grace Ho wrote:
Hey you guys!!!
This 'conversation' is getting too juicy lah....even for an old married chick like me.....
:-)
GH
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