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I don't see any violations on this thread, but the admins obviously disagree, or at least feel that some of Jason's posts came close to violations. Maybe the admins who posted about G3 and the user agreement could explain how any of his posts violated, or came close to violating, the guidelines or the user agreement?

Fine by me. I guess I started in NY originally because I was trying to duplicate a Momofuku dish. But yes it should be in vegetables.

I started to do it, but I didn't like anything on any of the pages.

The best Jennifer Warnes recording is this one, although it's the damn movie soundtrack so there's dialogue over it. 3qilQ_gfm3w

No way.

Me and my peeps, we don't do that kinda thing.

Iceberg wedges with blue cheese dressing Linguine with shrimp, feta, and fresh tomatoes

But wait. But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday cause that's my day of rest!

At the North Fork Table this weekend (firmly confirming its place in my heart and mouth) we had a white sweet corn soup with truffled polenta agnolotti which was so extraordinary I almost asked for seconds. I am determined to cook something with corn (local upstate) this coming weekend that somehow involves a bit of truffle essence.

I like the lowly bluefish. Plus herring, shellfish, smoked fish, and raw fish.

Please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston She said no, boy you come home to me [Chorus:] (And) She said, hey ramblin' boy Why don't you settle down (Boston, Denver, L.A.) ain't your kind of town There ain't no gold And there ain't nobody like me I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee Please come to Denver To see the snowfall We'll move up into the mountains So far we can't be found And throw I love you echos Down the canyons And then lie awake at night Until they come back around Please come to Denver She said no boy you come home to me [Repeat Chorus:] Now that drifter's world Goes round and round And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop But of all the dreams I've lost or found And all that I ain't got I need somebody I can cling to Somebody I can sing to He said please come to L.A. To live forever A California life alone Is just too hard to live I live in a house that Looks out over the ocean And there's some stars That fell from the sky Livin' up on the hill Please come to L.A. I just said no Boy, you come home to me [Repeat Chorus] I'm the number one fan Of the band from Tennessee Tennessee

There are several of these types of things in Renssalaer - if you have an animal, the truck will show up and do the slaughter, cleaning, butchering on the spot and leave you with a fully prepared animal, or transport it to a packing house.

I think you might mean rich grownups.

The whole song is just full of some of the best lines ever. Oh will you never let me be? Oh will you never set me free? The ties that bound us are still around us There´s no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin'words That told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings These foolish things remind me of you. You came, You saw, You conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be The winds of March That made my heart a dancer A telephone that rings But who's to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you First daffodils And long excited cables And candle lights on little corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you The park at evening When the bell has sounded The Isle de France With all the gulls around it The beauty that is spring These foolish things Remind me of you How strange, How sweet, To find you still, These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The sigh of midnight trains At empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside Dance invitations Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you Gardenia perfume Lingering on a pillow Wild strawberries Only seven francs a kilo And still my heart has wings, These foolish things, Remind me of you The smile of Garbo And the scent of roses The waiters whistling As the last bar closes The song that Crosby sings These foolish things Remind me of you How strange How sweet To find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me The scent of smoldering leaves The wail of steamers Two lovers on the street Who walk like dreamers Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you.

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