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Your dedication to Friday flooping is impressive, Jim. I admire you for that.
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I found a greasy cowboy diner out in the desert. I'm going for the meatloaf. What could go wrong?
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Jim's dedication to Friday flooping is certainly impressive, but he's flooping on hollybob, so happy Friday flooping to all!
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Greasy cowboy diner I would so be THERE! My family of cowpersons would only go there on special occasions, like when relatives visited, which was actually good because no-one in my family could cook.
Although they thought they could. An interesting combo of dirt-poor Depression upbringing and Midwestern ideas. If they didn't actually grow their own meat veg, milk & eggs, they could buy it from farmers or get it from family who did. And yet, nary a green bean was put on the table before it was that interesting shade of yellowgreengrey. And with all that fresh milk, they served Koolaid at meals. The canned fruit was good though. Last edited by stormie; 21st September 2018 at 03:50 PM. |
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Potato skins with everything. Real butter, fresh chives, shredded Colby, dab of Tabasco, Tillamook sour cream, oh yeah. Strips of crispy Hempler's center cut bacon, which is actually mostly oink instead of flavored lard. Peas and beans on the side as the antidote. Aside from that I'm being completely useless so I guess that counts as a floop.
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It is Floop time!!!
Og floops. Og smash. Jim floops too! Be like Og. Floop and smash! I have burger and fries, chips and beer, ryder cup on the telly. Floop it is. Peace! |
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Enjoy the floop, Jim. No flooping for me, I feel like dancin' WOO dancin' WOO Dance the night away!!
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Go for it!
Show'em who's the boss! Don't be shy, be Jim! Dance my man, dance |
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I floop now - you should too.
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It does, and the missus proved her love for me as she brought home fresh sushi from the local sushi place for me, extra wasabi, and a vodka thing, so the floop is on...until I pass out on the couch...
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Oh gosh I missed the Friday floop. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do a Saturday flop instead.
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Takeaway - Shoarma, garlic sauce, salad, chips.
A cold beer has been poured. Let the floop commence! You too- yes you! - you should floop soon. |
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Just realized I been flopping around on a friday the entire year of 2018. Probably because I am so tired from the work week so since I don't return back to until Mid November I will try to go out one friday between now and Thanksgiving
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Mild flooping, leftover ribs and a big vodka thing, slippers, no disco shoes tonight, but headphones and Phish shows for a bit tonight, chair dancing, mild flooping...
Later this evening, I'll head over to raid Jim's fridge, see if he's got any of that Shoarma with garlic sauce left over, yum, then tomorrow when he calls, I'll be like, "Really? It's gone? Sure you didn't eat it in the middle of the night? Huh..." ![]() |
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listening to jazz and waiting for my sandwich and chips on this chilly friday night
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So sorry, Jackie...um, more vodka thing and Jim's leftovers for me?
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putting curly fries in the oven on a friday night
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If your hands start shaking from the extreme sugar rush, that might slow you down a little though.
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Whatchoo talkin bout? Jump up and shake that buddha belly!
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Oh Floop-time, blessed be thy coming.
I have Chilli con carne, and ice cold Corona. I also have chocolate banana cake, and a little glass of Remy. And an Irish coffee, Tullamore, whipped cream, brown sugar and freshly brewed coffee to finish off my week with an upcoming snore, snooker on the telly, sure to wake the neighbors. Me that is, not the snooker. If you do not have the above, then it sucks to be you. Respect the floop! I shall arise in the morning fresh and invigorated, ready to take on the world’s troubles. I expect I need a croissant and more coffee though while I contemplate the laundry basket. I will prevail - because I am strong, I can toss a wet sock in the drier! Yay! The floop is strong with me. |
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Jim is always the first to floop. But is it a dedication thing, or just a time zone thing?
Either way, that's a mighty impressive floop you've got going there. I'm impressed. Last edited by Khampelf; 19th October 2018 at 09:54 AM. Reason: admiring the magnificent floop |
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Correction.
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Cop a Popeye attitude and just say. Wait for it. "I yam what I yam!" |
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No, no, the proper response is, "Well, blow me down!"
Commenced our flooping with Merlot and burgers at a local establishment, a bunch of old guys playing some mean guitars and belting out Patsy Cline, the Allman Brothers, T-Bone Walker and Eric Clapton to name a few, it was really fun, but being that we're old, back home to floop a little more before 9:30 p.m.... |
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I asked a doggo today:
Doggo? "Should I Floop!(tm)" Diggo said YES! In fact, let me quote the doggo: "Much Floop! Many Yawns! Whoot! Such Class. Many snacks! Wow ear screeches - many wows Jim is good! Barketybark. Oooh. Bamboozled again. Is good - I speak lolcat - must chase. https://cdn170.picsart.com/upscale-2...png?r1024x1024 Who Og? Why Og smash? Must floop!! Wow - such floops. Very nice." The doggo was very wise. This week I hereby declare that the floop be dedicated to doggos. P.S. Dogs fart. Just like you. It is not a mystery. |
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I'm on vacation next week, so I plan to observe Doggo Floopin' Week in grand style.
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A very good plan.
Please share your observations ok? And for all that is good and tasty, do not kabong the doggo - the doggo is just really stupid actually, and loves you. |
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Nope, no doggo kabonging. Any doggo I meet can sniff my hand and decide if they want skritches and scroomfles, and the critters I know usually do.
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K - nough talk.
Let the Floop commence. ![]() |
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Tonight, the floop must be delayed.
I have a party, in 90 minutes, celebrating the 80th birthday of a dear friend of mine, let us call him Quentin. Quentin Watson Watson Fisticuffs. Quentin is, as I said, turning 80 years old today. Quentin is the most fantastic, friendly, funny, no-nonsense old-school disciplined vet I know. He was my instructor back in the previous century when I was a wee signaler, before I met the dark side of private employment. Quentin is fit as fuck, and I really envy that. Quentin can’t dance, but he doesn’t care. I like that too. Quentin was a boxer cause he said it helped him be civil. Even at age 79 he has been known to knock down a couple of young guns being assholes while he enjoys his Friday night Scotch. You don’t mess with Quentin – Quentin is what action heroes refer to when they do case studies. Quentin never talks about his ability – Quentin is polite, sharply dressed, friendly, and would never hurt an innocent. He is known for his humility, his great donations to charities, and he will give a bum a beer if he feels like it. Quentin lost his wife just 2 months ago, and it hit him hard. We have all done what we can, but tonight we will do more than humanly possible to celebrate his life, his humor, his being. I would like to dedicate this one floop to Quentin – I hope you will join me. Thank you – and may your own floop be as floopily floopish as ever. |
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Today, I was pretty much playing. Playing with wooden trains. Painted, repairing, gluing testing and getting them ready for my great niece. Now I am drinking a Proper Porter. That is the actual named, brewed by the Lakefront Brewery. I am having it with some leftover Chinese Food for lunch.
Man, I use to love playing with those wooden trains with my kids. It was great fun. We built one setup that covered a sizable portions of both their rooms and connected by running out the door and into the siblings room. It also went up at least 3 levels of elevation. Brio standard is a lot of fun when the kids are the right age to love it. I built long tracks, lots of bridges and 30 extra cars for them. We even had a homemade covered bridge until my son found a way to break it. |
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As I read your post a nice man just brought me a porter. A 22oz draft Black Butte Porter from Oregon. It's so dark you can't see the sun through it. Soon he'll bring me a piece of fish.
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My go to beer is actually Yuengling Porter. I made a meatloaf tonight, came out perfect for a change and a huge bake potato to go with it and another "Proper Porter" to make it a a very good meal. |
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Eggsadillas with Hempler's center cut bacon over here, and a bottle of Red Hook ESB for afters. It's a tough job but somebody's got to do it.
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It is Friday.
Time to floop. So I floop. I can't Haiku |
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I need to get a couch to floop on. The seating in the den is mostly a motley collection of office and folding chairs. Hard to floop sitting up, and I don't snack. I fail at the floop, but I admire the slothful attitude.
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Bah - what a week.
Let us Floop, for the floop is floopish, and the floppy floopyliscious. Over and out. |
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