You make a good point about the Amsterdam On-Stage Abilities that yoga can bring to the table. Flexibilty is always a good thing.

But in the same vein, dating a yoga instructor would be like dating a sucky gymnast. I would rather aim for the Dominique Dawes(or whoever is kicking tookus in the Olympics these days) than Crunchy Sally who as it One with her inner being. That just gets to be more than any man wants to handle.

Okay, ladies, if you were aiming for landing a guy with dough, would you want a fairly successful entrepenuer who owned a couple restaurants or would you rather have Donald Trump. Donald Trump is the correct answer.

C'mon, Skippoo, don't you think yoga is just a tad overrated?

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I managed to hit almost every chauvenistic stereotype in this last post. Hurray for Boobs!!! Yay!!!

Silverelli

Donald Trump? I don't know how anyone could fancy a man named after a fart?

But then again, there is the money...

Beadle

Beadle,
Our man The Donald recently got married to young Stunner. Some online sportsbooks have prop bets on:
If Donald will be divorced in less than a year: Yes(7:1)
If Donald's wife will be pregant within a year: Yes(10:1)

Nope, I don't think yoga is over-rated at all. It's one of my best discoveries of the last decade. But there is no reason it should bother any man I got with as it's a personal thing and I would never try and get him contemplating his higher self or chakras (Besides, I never fancy male yogis).

What's with the random man-with-dough question? I'm debt-ridden as hell, but I'd never want to rely on a bloke for anything, so neither. Although a man who worked as a chef in a top restaurant could be cool - I'm a sucker for having good meals cooked for me.





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(as long as he didn't have the accompanying chef's coke habit - been there, done that....)

Hey, I can whip up a pot-noodle with a Mars Bar desert in seconds. wink wink.

Colin, you need more finesse than that!

You mean 'I can cook an Asian-Mexican fusion of vegetables crying on a bed of crispy noodles, with a chili and MSG sauce, followed by whipped chocolate fool with burnt sugar and coco layers'.

Look what it's done for Jamie Oliver!

Beadle

Yes some chefs do use coke. Apparently you can make chicken with a bourbon and coca-cola sauce. Speaking of which, has anyone ever heard of beer-butt chicken? My Finnish friend made. You stick an opened can of beer up a chickens butt along with herbs and what not, then you put it in the oven - sitting upright on the can of beer. Apparently the flavour of the beer and herbs is absorbed into the chicken. My friend liked it anyway. Although I'm vegetarian so I think anything with chicken is disgusting.

Totally random moment there, but at least I'm not scrapping with Andrea.

Marj.

Oh and Beadle of course I didn't 'take' a mousakka to Shettleston - I hopped on a sausage roll.

Beadle, that was class. There's a career in sales ready and waiting.

:D

Colin M

Glad to hear it Marj. They phased the Mousakka's out in these here parts ages ago. I can't get on with those new fangled lasagnes though - not enough leg room.

The chicken dish sounds vile, by the way - coq au John Smiths?

Woohoo! I'm a bit slow to catch on, but I just realised that I have been earning points every time I've ranted at Andrea or Dee. Bring it on girls, I want to save up for a jug kettle. What? You mean we can't trade these point in? Damn..........

Adam, the gimp was sleeping (he must have seen Pulp Fiction) so I escaped Btw, now I know why I never quite made that reservation for Canyon Ranch - a deep-seated fear of becoming truly crunchy...

Adele.

Ah, Monday morning, hands up who’s in a good mood? I’m not…

Just caught up with this, and really feel I can help:

I know Silver could be described as something resembling crunchy, tho some may say, much more insulting.

As for Marj – what you on girl? Dee is a legend, and you just don’t have a go at Cath and expect to get away with it, coz then you’ll have me to deal with. Some of us earn the right to call her Skippy, so don’t just barge in here spouting your contradictory shite, as some of us have been honing that for years. The moussaka/lasagne/sausage roll gag is funny though so I’ll let you get away with it. And I’m not policing the site, before you start that rubbish again. Silverelli represents the World Police and I’d like to take him out, so I’m more like a terrorist, which makes me more dangerous than the police, only my weapon is words (clichéd? Me? Nah…) and I will blow up your work by absolutely slating it and laughing. Haw, haw, haw…

Then I will get banned by He Who Shall Not Be Named (else he’ll wipe us from existence) for being nasty and swearing like a fackin cyant, and all will mourn my passing and I shall become a martyr. So in the words of Old Ben Kenobi, “that’s no Moon, it’s a space station…”

Errrr…or maybe “…I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine…”

Okay, okay…I won’t, I’m not and I didn’t…

But, a word against Adele, then things really will kick off. Hand me the baseball bat someone…

I don’t think she’s crunchy at all…

Laters you crunch meisters


Donald Trump
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Davey! You forgot your meds again, bro'!

Take this to be getting on with... it won't help your mood, but you won't give a damn anymore!

beadle

Wow thanks man, I don't usually mix speedballs with my crack, pills and acid, but it is monday so maybe, just maybe, it'll work this time...

Mmmmm, crunchy...

Right who wants a fight, who said that and where is the music comin from?

Fuck it, let's forget all this badness and just dance maaaaaaaaaaaaan...

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...

Davey, you are batshit crazy.

I know Silver could be described as something resembling crunchy, tho some may say, much more insulting.

Yeah, no shit, Adele. What the F is up with the "tosser" comments now that I actually know what it means, thanks to Dee's reference link.

Adele is not crunchy. She is just a "lunchbox". I will never tell what that means.