No, I haven’t had a drink all week. Nevertheless, I thought about what you said, and I guess the line ‘best to take it on the chin’ made more sense in the original draft, but it changed enough that now it remains a hollow shell, be-reft of meaning; a ghost of drafts past (trademark) and should be deleted.
Tref, my friend, you may be over-thinking this. I put it down to the absence of alcohol. Come over and we’ll open a bottle of good Aussie red forthwith.
t r e f o l o g y 
it’s a one way street
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Alas, it is true
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No cause it died the moment we started cutting it
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truer words have been said, though certainly these are pretty true, as well.
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Wasn’t there a giant onion in western folklore named Paul B’Onion? He was never known to cry!
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I read all about him in the children’s story book, Dr. Scholl’s Tales & Legends
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I cut my finger the last time I was frying onions and he didn’t seem to care. Though I had just massacred his mate, to be fair. And he was next.
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Either willfully or otherwise, onions do not seem to care.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Gee, thanks, mister!
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Maybe they do, and we just don’t know it! 😱
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Eureka! That’s it!
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Perfecto
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Thanko
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I sautéed my onions until they were transparent. And now I can’t find them,
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Try running the electric can opener and see if they do not appear.
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Take what on the chin?
The onion?
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I can only assume it refers to whatever relationship was had between the two parties.
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Sautéd?
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No, I haven’t had a drink all week. Nevertheless, I thought about what you said, and I guess the line ‘best to take it on the chin’ made more sense in the original draft, but it changed enough that now it remains a hollow shell, be-reft of meaning; a ghost of drafts past (trademark) and should be deleted.
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Tref, my friend, you may be over-thinking this. I put it down to the absence of alcohol. Come over and we’ll open a bottle of good Aussie red forthwith.
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Really, though, over-think is what I do. I’d have no blog otherwise.
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Good point. And I wouldn’t have a job.
So Cheers! to wrinkling the grey matter.
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I would think it would depend on how many layers in it went.
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