Kevin's Watch

Uh-huh.

aliantha wrote:

Cagliostro wrote:I'm a grandfather, and yet I've never had kids.

Okay, I'll bite: How does that work?

I know that one.
I did the same thing. (10 grandkids so far... )
(Answer is found in some of my early posts)

I hate Veg-all!

QUICK MEALS

“In a hurry” doesn’t mean you have to scrimp when it comes to serving a well-rounded meal. Just add-a-can of Veg-All to your favorite dishes. It’s a nutritious way to increase flavor AND get everybody to “eat their vegetables” in one easy step.

Add-a-Can the next time you’re serving any of these popular dishes.

* BBQs
* Boxed Dinners
* Casseroles
* Chicken Salad
* Chili
* Hamburgers
* Macaroni and Cheese
* Omelettes
* Pizza
* Rice Dishes
* Scrambled Eggs
* Soup
* Spaghetti
* Tacos
* Tuna Salad

#1. This is a bunch of crap. I hope to God that people are not out there polluting foods such as pizza, spaghetti, hamburgers, and BBQ with this disgusting hodgepodge of washed out, squishy, flavorless vegetables.

I no longer eat at a local Mexican place because as I was eating my enchilada I thought to myself "hmmmm, that tastes like a lima bean, no surely there is not a lima bean in my enchilada?". I tore it open to discover not only lima beans but green beans, tiny carrot cubes, english peas, and corn.............the enchilada had been veg-alled!

I have a vivid memory of my disappointment on prom night 16 years ago when my chicken alfredo arrived at the table containing lima beans, peas, corn, tiny little carrot cubes, and green beans. I wanted to puke!

F**K VEG-ALL!

aliantha wrote:

Cagliostro wrote:I'm a grandfather, and yet I've never had kids.

Okay, I'll bite: How does that work?

My guess is that Cagliostro either has grandchildren from step-children or adopted children. I am going with the first one. Did I win?

AjK wrote:

aliantha wrote:

Cagliostro wrote:I'm a grandfather, and yet I've never had kids.

Okay, I'll bite: How does that work?

My guess is that Cagliostro either has grandchildren from step-children or adopted children. I am going with the first one. Did I win?

Nope. The correct answer: I'm lying.

SBG: My mom used to dump a can of Veg-All into chili. Took us *years* to convince her to quit.

Never had this Veg-All stuff, but it sounds terrible.

It's just mixed veggies in a can. It's not hideous -- it just doesn't belong in chili. Or most of the other things on that list SBG posted. <ali tries and fails to imagine any time or place where lima beans should be put in an omelet>

AjK wrote:

aliantha wrote:

Cagliostro wrote:I'm a grandfather, and yet I've never had kids.

Okay, I'll bite: How does that work?

My guess is that Cagliostro either has grandchildren from step-children or adopted children. I am going with the first one. Did I win?

i have no children but now how five grandchildren.

You're a special case, Sarge.

aliantha wrote:You're a special case, Sarge.

thank - you.

Cagliostro wrote:Nope. The correct answer: I'm lying.

Wait a minute. Is this the KW equivalent of the infinte loop: "Everything I say is a lie"?

As much as I love Strange Loops, the answer is no. I only lie when it is meaningless. When it matters, I don't.

i only lie when necessary. or convienent.

I have a crush on Flo.

"There can be only one...


...Flo"

Alice and Flo are some of the many bizarre secrets our generation had best keep hidden.

Sunbaneglasses wrote:I have a crush on Flo.

So do I.

I also have a crush on Shane. (Sorry the picture is so big...)

...i have the gothy equivalent of a livejournal... it's called a deadjournal... i learned about it off a comic called Questionable Content... i haven't written in it yet because most of the things i write nowadays belong on pissedoffjournal...

I too loathe Veg-All.

I have no children, but am considering, since they're great... tax deductions.

I'd like to have lightning dance around me while Dragonforce blasts in the background.

I've only ever lied to spare the feelings of others. I end up feeling like a jerk even then.

I actually feel like a jerk most of the time anyway.

I crack my neck exactly four times a day, no more, no less.

I wish I could move... about six miles away from where I am now. There's a really quaint little trailer for rent there, up on a hill, so if god or whoever decides that he really hates trailers I'll be the first to go. It might be nice. But then I remember that I have to have money if I want to live on my own and then I get all sad and sit under the house and refrain from crying, because really, what's the point?

I was convinced to eat a slice of something called "Yard-O-Beef" and I LIKED IT.

I can pick out the type of exhaust a car or truck has just by hearing it. I also favor Thrush glasspacks for a truck. The guys at Advance (an autoparts store) know me by name.

I work in an eyedoctor's office. I am so sick of these people and their grody, disgusting, putrid, filmy eyes. I saw crotch lice swinging on an eyelash the other day! Yucky! The only upside is that I get my contacts at cost, which FYI is half of what you get charged. Comes in handy with as blind as I am.

The people at my bank frown when I walk in.

I'm too lazy to cross the street now that Soffie's, our Starbuck's vendor, moved into the hotel there. They used to be NEXT DOOR. I've lost 7 pounds. Ain't that screwy? Who knew a tall white chocolate mocha creamice a day would do that to you...

I get about 3 hours of sleep a night.

My most intelligent comments in my anatomy class usually consist of "ew" or "..."

Thinking about the random things that make me me is a little depressing. Such self-examination should not be done while tanked on banana rum and pepsi. Gonna go lay still for a moment. Yes, sounds good...