Hello, Miles ...

You wrote to me on Monday 14 April 2003
about "Boo" :

 NH>> Hmm ... yes ... well ... at least I didn't try to climb into a
 NH>> shredder.

 MM> Ah ... you all remind me of the gruesome fate of my clients,  a
 MM> pastry chef who was obsessed with pushing a very personal part of
 MM> his person into the onion-shredder in his kitchen.

 MM> We spent many hours trying to visual the real consequences of such
 MM> a masochistic manoeuvre for 2 hours every Monday morning over
 MM> several months (at fees that would make your eyes water),  but he
 MM> stopped coming just as we seemed to be fully conquering this most
 MM> destructive drive.

 MM> Much later I bumped into him one day appropriately in Pak `N Save,
 MM> and asked him how he was holding out;  he looked at me
 MM> shamefacedly and said he hadn't - he'd succumbed to his basest
 MM> desire, chosen a moment when the kitchen was deserted and then
 MM> carefully turned the onion shredder on to full blast before doing
 MM> the dirty deed.....

 MM> I was appalled and nervously asked how he'd survived the awful
 MM> consequences....

 MM> He said the onion-shredder really liked it, and they're now
 MM> happily married with at least one bun in the oven.....

Gives a whole new perspective to the term "chopper" for a certain
male appendage.  Other than that, I think I'd be well-advised to pass no
further comment!


Regards,

        Nicolaas


Email: raptor [at] top [dot] net [dot] nz

22:24 NZDT (UTC+13), Friday 02 May 2003



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