I Am The Pet Killer

[Moderator]

Please continue to report any trolls you see - i.e. someone who has only a few posts focused on annoying our normal community members - and we will continue banning them.

(Thanks, Litlemouse.)

[Litlemouse]

Always happy to be of service

[Vetiver]

oh cool , i forgot, it's just a game so being a sociopath is totally legit.

....right guys?

...

guys?

[Shinryu Masaki]

Ingredients

1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 cup milk
3 egg yolks
3 egg whites

Directions
1. In a medium bowl, combine flour and baking powder. Stir in milk and egg yolk until smooth.
2. In a large glass or metal mixing bowl, beat egg whites until stiff peaks form. Fold 1/3 of the whites into the batter, then quickly fold in remaining whites until no streaks remain.
3. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Cook until pancakes are golden brown on both sides; serve hot.

Nutritional Information

Amount Per Serving Calories: 197 | Total Fat: 4.8g | Cholesterol: 159mg

[Monica Gems]

Do the calories take butter and syrup into account?

[Teigan]

Mending Wall
by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

[Gelannerai]

When Captain America throws his mighty shield

All those who dare to oppose his shield must yield

If he's lead to a fight and a duel is due

Then the red, and the white, and the blue will come through

When Captain America throws his mighty shield

[Acherontia]

There once was a man from Nantucket

[Grokan]

I will say, the idea of trying to squeeze any form of hate from these forums makes me laugh.

And I mean that as a compliment (to the forum regulars).

[Redith]

Superman may do some harm
But hes no match for a Master at arms
Me and Supe got in a fight
I stabed him in the face with kryptonite

Batman want a fight as well
I said you cape wearing freak ill send you to hell
I crushed his face under my right heel
now im screwing Lois Lane in the Bat mobile

Navy Cadence made by Redith

[Nubhorns]

ITT: Petopians refuse to let a thread die.

[Dvatori]

Immediately though of Dune;

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

[GormanGhaste]

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

[Worba]

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and shot the two dead boys,
And if you don't believe it's true,
Ask the blind man - he saw it too.

[Redith]

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and shot the two dead boys,
And if you don't believe it's true,
Ask the blind man - he saw it too.

[Teigan]

Perhaps the World Ends Here
By Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.

This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.


http://www.nutmegnanny.com/2011/05/30/c ... awberries/


Cheesecake Stuffed Strawberries:

1 pound large strawberries

8oz. block cream cheese – soft

3 – 4 tablespoons powdered sugar (depends on how sweet you want the filling)

1 teaspoon vanilla extract (or use almond, lemon, etc. )

Graham cracker crumbs

Instructions:

Rinse strawberries and cut around the top of the strawberry. Remove the top and clean out inside with a paring knife if necessary. I found most of the strawberries already had a nice hollow center so that step was not necessary. If you want to stand your strawberries upright (like in the picture) slice a bit off the bottom. One strawberries are prepped set aside.

Combine cream cheese, powdered sugar and vanilla with a mixer or by hand. Add cream cheese mix to piping bag and fill strawberries. Once strawberries are filled dip the top in graham cracker crumbs. Devour and fall in love.

You could also drizzle or dip strawberries in chocolate if desired.

[Kurenio]

Um.... whats going on in here?

[Teigan]

Um.... whats going on in here?

I have no clue. But I enjoy contributing to the confusion.

[Vephriel]

SNAKES DON'T HAVE ARMPITS!

[Kurenio]

IT EXPLODED AND KILLED YOU DIDN'T IT! DIDN'T IT!