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Post by Allen Peterson on Feb 15, 2009 2:41:48 GMT -5
I'm here, trying to find some shade so I can grab a quick snack before the flight to Shark Bay. A while back I heard some chatter about fancy hampers and their exotic contents, but I haven't heard anything further about their use. My "hamper" is rather modest. I'm having thin slices of English cucumber - seasoned and sprinkled with dried dill - on a bed of Laughing Cow cheese spread on a multi grain crisp bread, a slice of Alpine Lace swiss cheese folded in half on a buttered crisp bread, six Bolthouse Farms baby cut carrots, a homemade peanut butter-oatmeal-chocolate chip cookie, all washed down with iced tea. The Coopers will have to wait until tonight. I had a Fosters in a local restaurant the other night, and I agree - it should be exported.
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Post by sentinel on Feb 16, 2009 0:57:57 GMT -5
When I was growing up a hamper is where we put our dirty clothes as far as exotic contents I will leave that to your imagination! Becareful with the peanut butter in regards to what is going on with ecoli and stuff. I would hate to see you drop out of the GAAR due to food poisoning or an irritated bowel ;D Later, Ed Bleck GAAR 74
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Post by Smithy on Feb 16, 2009 5:25:54 GMT -5
.... in my day the dirty clothes basket was, well just that. ....my hamper {http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamper} fell out when i pulled a hammy with my left rudder, I went back for it but, but with the peanut butter outbreak, I was starting to turn more towards honey. She looked at me with quizzical eyebrows and stated.."..so it's Lunch at Carnarvon?, 'why yes, it is my dear,.." the slap across the face resounded with an hearing echo. she said "..why the bloody hell are we in Longreach then, you idiot"
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