burnin' down the house

ghetto fabulous said:

let's cook for real for real, like a tea party

I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...

Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean

OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.

--

all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...

if you're bored, I am famished

The only really good song by this band:

LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

I've got two loves
I've got two loves
And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
They're my two loves...
Count them one, two loves...
Count them one, two loves.
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

source-- http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html

--Bryan

Bobo Bonobo® said:

ghetto fabulous said:

let's cook for real for real, like a tea party

I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...

Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean

OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.

--

all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...

if you're bored, I am famished

The only really good song by this band:

LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

I've got two loves
I've got two loves
And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
They're my two loves...
Count them one, two loves...
Count them one, two loves.
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

source-- http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html

--Bryan

Oh hell, I thought you wrote that, I was fixin to do a back flip

Ill ssscheck it out

IIiiiii fell asleep and left everything sitting out
cats dragged the steaks into the floor.