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Making Ice Cream With Liquid Nitrogen
JasonMaggini writes "Popular Science has an article on how to whip up a batch of ice cream in 30 seconds or so by using liquid nitrogen. Just the thing for those hot summer days. The article is by Theodore Gray, creator of the ultra-spiffy Periodic Table Table."
I bought an icecream maker from Delonghi, and it works really nice, but in order to avoid being a fat fucking pig like the rest of you hax0r types, I tried making my last batch with half heavy cream and half whole milk. The taste was alright, but the consistency wasn't very good. Rather granular, I must say. Sorry, fucko's, but if you're going to make ice cream, using liquid nitrogen or otherwise, do NOT skimp on the heavy cream.
(If anybody has a decent recipe to make LOW FAT icecream that doesn't taste like SHIT, please, for the sake of all fat fucking open sores types everywhere, post it here!)
When I think of dirty old men, I think of stonent@stonent.pointclark.net and when I think about stonent@stonent.pointclark.net I get a hard-on that won't quit.
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He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
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I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said stonent@stonent.pointclark.net, "I just love jumping men . .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said stonent@stonent.pointclark.net.
"I though we were talking about . .
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I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." stonent@stonent.pointclark.net lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, stonent@stonent.pointclark.net wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" stonent@stonent.pointclark.net licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .
"Well, old stonent@stonent.pointclark.net's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said