Notorious Crumpet
It seemed the most ridiculously improbable thing to have happened at that moment in time, in amongst the already fairly unlikely series of events that I chose to call my life.
I had only discovered this place recently, and decided mostly to return on the basis of the heavily muscled high school senior male employees which afforded a cheap and harmless, though vaguely voyeuristic thrill. Just because my higher brain functions are fairly fabulous and well developed, doesnt mean I cant enjoy the simple, less cerebral, pleasures of life. Biceps like huge sacks of coconuts being one of them.
The mere ghost of the thought that somewhere in this fantastically misguided country I might find, sitting innocuously on a shelf next to the not-so-English muffins that I dont ever remember seeing in my native land, actual, really truly English crumpets (also known in my childhood, inexplicably, as pikelets). The notorious foodstuff that natives here asked me about most often, and which I could never adequately explain, given the utter implausibility of the English crumpet.
It simply made no sense whatsoever. Here, in what might reasonably be called an area of Michigan that defined itself mostly by being normal. Un out of the ordinary. As the hitchhiker said, Mostly Harmless would be the best entry you could put for Trenton Michigan. Sure, in San Francisco, or New York, you might reasonably expect oddness on the scale of the English Crumpet. But here? In a tiny farmers market that couldnt even manage to stock recognizable brands of say, yogurt, or indeed quite a few other things that normal people would consider essential grocery store fare. Its true, you know, the universe really is stranger than we can imagine. Once I recovered from the shock, of course, I bought some. And then, never saw them again. I return once more to my sad, crumpet-less existence with a whimper.
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There are worse places to be than right here right now.
I am who I am, where I am.
Oh. Yeah. Wonder if any of you people ever heard of my other site.
totse.com
I is Wintermute, infamous and sole female administrator. I suppose it's vaguely possible that these two sites share some members.
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It seemed the most ridiculously improbable thing to have happened at that moment in time, in amongst the already fairly unlikely series of events that I chose to call my life.
I had only discovered this place recently, and decided mostly to return on the basis of the heavily muscled high school senior male employees which afforded a cheap and harmless, though vaguely voyeuristic thrill. Just because my higher brain functions are fairly fabulous and well developed, doesnt mean I cant enjoy the simple, less cerebral, pleasures of life. Biceps like huge sacks of coconuts being one of them.
The mere ghost of the thought that somewhere in this fantastically misguided country I might find, sitting innocuously on a shelf next to the not-so-English muffins that I dont ever remember seeing in my native land, actual, really truly English crumpets (also known in my childhood, inexplicably, as pikelets). The notorious foodstuff that natives here asked me about most often, and which I could never adequately explain, given the utter implausibility of the English crumpet.
It simply made no sense whatsoever. Here, in what might reasonably be called an area of Michigan that defined itself mostly by being normal. Un out of the ordinary. As the hitchhiker said, Mostly Harmless would be the best entry you could put for Trenton Michigan. Sure, in San Francisco, or New York, you might reasonably expect oddness on the scale of the English Crumpet. But here? In a tiny farmers market that couldnt even manage to stock recognizable brands of say, yogurt, or indeed quite a few other things that normal people would consider essential grocery store fare. Its true, you know, the universe really is stranger than we can imagine. Once I recovered from the shock, of course, I bought some. And then, never saw them again. I return once more to my sad, crumpet-less existence with a whimper.
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There are worse places to be than right here right now.
I am who I am, where I am.
Oh. Yeah. Wonder if any of you people ever heard of my other site.
totse.com
I is Wintermute, infamous and sole female administrator. I suppose it's vaguely possible that these two sites share some members.
</attentionwhore>
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Come to think of it, isn't crumpet an old english expression for a girl who is a bit liberial??? if so i think cream would go quite nice with you as well
Yes, strawberries and cream go well with me. Although I do have to admit that food and sex sound far better than the actual experience has ever been for me. It always ends up way too messy and sticky, at least every time I've tried..