quelle est une doorknob?

the joke is. a girl is like a doorknob. at one point or another in her life, everybody gets a turn at her.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

:: Yellow Recruits ::

i convinced my cousin Buu to partake in the smackdown. i'll have to remind her... often... of the deadline.

my other cousin Pat in boston wants to join in the fun too. he tried to bend the rule a bit and say well it's made by a yellow (asian) person, that doesn't count? what about a dish that originates from Asia and is for Asians? i wanted to cyber kick him in the nuts. the rules are simple. don't overanalyze it. then he tried get all Bobby Flay throwdown and wanted to know about prizes and winners. sigh. sometimes my pham-ily is just too much! :)

until we can figure out a way for the judges to be able to eat ALL the foods in every location (DC/Baltimore/Charlotte/Boston so far), there's no way to fairly judge so we'll keep it fun and SIMPLE for now.

so i leave with a cute pic of a yellow apron Buu made for me that i can't bear to get dirty in the kitchen. i don't want to have to DRY CLEAN the thing so it hangs on a hook in my living room for me to look admiringly at.

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