tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352536197106136774.post7678025271969836088..comments2023-10-28T05:08:25.942-05:00Comments on Lunch Break: Give Mark Shea a CigarJohn Jansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08241558776415884637noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352536197106136774.post-7544872964931929872008-01-15T10:10:00.000-06:002008-01-15T10:10:00.000-06:00That blog just got ridiculous. It used to be a sem...That blog just got ridiculous. It used to be a semi-interesting spot where some protestants would discuss how not <I>every</I> word uttered or written by a Catholic was dictated by the devil.<BR/><BR/>Then somewhere in the last month or so the owner decided Catholicism was, in fact, Satanism after all and started throwing rocks at everything Catholic that moved. Which happened, for some reason, to include Mark Shea. Go fig.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14262598324933147535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352536197106136774.post-41922071997820308172008-01-12T01:18:00.000-06:002008-01-12T01:18:00.000-06:00My Dad loved Chez Paul and used to dine there befo...My Dad loved Chez Paul and used to dine there before my Evil Step-Mother would drag him off to the opera. He thought their selection of beer was, however, inadequate and would usually bring his own. The staff was always very obliging, keeping his beer cold and bring them out as needed. My Step-Mother, on the other hand, favored a nice dry claret.<BR/><BR/>I was never trusted to go to such a fine place, however, as I was known to lick plates clean if the food were good.The Dutchmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15634052176803455348noreply@blogger.com