I know I am a little late on this, but I am an egg sandwich fanatic.

My favourite method is an adaptation of a dish made in most of the northern Indian train stations.

Start by beating two eggs in bowl.
To the bowl add a chopped chilli, salt and pepper to taste.
Heat a pan and some butter.
Fry ˝ onion until it is the way you like it, place onion in egg mixture (but not the butter)
Place two pieces of bread in frying pan.
Turn when they are just beginning to toast.
Pour egg mixture over the bread so that the egg kind of soaks into the bread.
When the egg looks like it will turn over without going everywhere, turn it over.
Cook for a little, then fold the two pieces of bread together to form a sandwich.
Keep in pan until sandwich is cooked all the way through.
Traditionally served wrapped in newspaper, I prefer a plate with some tomato sauce.

I agree it looks like Beef banging on Gramma k's door,
but I know you all want it to be Pat banging on Gramma K.

Then Gramma K could move in with Pat and Molly could come home.

Magical Sex Blokes!!!

By being a dick, am I a genius?
Maybe it makes me a talentless c*ck.
Many have called me a cock,
whether they meant it or not
was it a reference to brilliance?

We have a similar thing here in the Southern Hemisphere.

In South Australia the law states that you do not have to purchase items to be included in a draw/competition. So competitions that require bar codes to be sent in or an item to be opened etc will often have a special section for South Australian's saying that they have to answer a question or draw a facsimile of a label etc. Then they will be included in the draw.

I have always thought that when ever they get these SA entries they must just ditch them.

Perhaps Lyle could use them for something

I find it funny because it reminds me of the conversations I have had while watching porn. Everyone in the room glued to the tele, but then someone strikes up a mundane conversation which has nothing to do with what is going through everyone’s mind, and yet everyone seems to want to continue the conversation as if they are faking non-interest in the film.

But maybe it is just me and my warped friends/mind/sense of humor.

The strip is definitely not a classic, but I found it funny on a disturbing level. This is the level that I like finding things funny on.

At first, due to his comments in the first frame, I thought Beef would be heading for the dance floor. But after closer inspection and seeing his face in the sixth frame when they tenmen are singing about making love "in a limo on an airplane" etc. I think he got the horn and has left to seduce Molly.


One things for sure, he certainly didn't leave without finishing his drink.