Dare, Double Dare, Triple Dare with Jam and Cream
Being male, I find it hard to resist a dare.Nude dashing Bondi Beach? Did it.
Stand on a restaurant table and sing the national anthem? Did it.
Nude dash Coolum Beach? Did it.
So when I was double dared by Margaret at work, I had to answer the call.
I made scones.
(picture not a true representation of my efforts but they tasted good!)
And if she had quadruple dared me to cook them naked, I probably would of done that too.
posted by Phil @ 3:44 AM
7 Comments:
....omg you cooked them naked anyway didn't you?
Mez I've learnt the harsh lessons of nude gastronemy - I should note that it wasn't a date but a distinct laziness in doing my laundry that resulted in my cooking breakfast in the nuddy.
Remember kids, a hot pan will spit fat!
errrrrrr....
Fredian typo. It should read "it wasn't a dare" not "it wasn't a date"
I've some weird dates in my time but nude cooking hasn't made the list.
Yet.
I've fried eggs naked. I have the scar to prove it!
PHIL!!! oh my freakin' goodness I was starting to think something terrible had happened to you! so good to see you again..um I mean read you.
PHIL! I can't believe you're back to the blogosphere. It's sooo good to see you're back and to read your entries again.
You have been missed!!!
And why haven't you answered any of the emails I sent?! I know - that's probably incredibly rude, but I thought you had dropped off the planet.
Or am I just a total stalker now? lol
ANYway... it's great to see you back and blogging. Glad to read that life is going good - despite the commute! :)
(PS: I mailed a Christmas Card to your parent's address last week. VERY belated, but better late than never, right?)
More funny please. :)
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