Tuesday, November 30, 2004

I think Steve at Hog on Ice is my sweet baboo.

My online baboo, relax spouse.

His near pornographic descriptions of food:
Oh, God. The stuffing. Light as a feather and loaded with sage. A hint of flavor from the butter. Just the right touch of salt. Intoxicating. Oh, man. When the gravy hits it, it practically sprouts wings and flutters down your throat like a butterfly.

His recipes. He can cook his ass off, or so I read.

His friend's stuff, too.

His beer.

His dad's boat.

He can even be altruistic.

His sister is more screwed up than mine.

2 Comments:

Blogger A Red Mind in a Blue State said...

Oh, jealosy!! I had no idea the position of on-line sweet baboo was open!:(

(It is a great site, though!):)

5:36 PM  
Blogger Sara Thomas said...

Red, you are my online intellectual and idealogical sweet baboo.

11:58 AM  

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