Life is like a dice game; one roll could land you in jail, or cuttin' cake, blowin' kisses in the rice game.
The true reason of Ms. Rice's attack against Russia is very simple. Condoleezza Rice is a very cruel, offended woman who lacks men's attention. Releasing such stupid remarks gives her the feeling of being fulfilled. This is the only way for her to attract men's attention.
Men had suddenly become a scarce commodity, if not quite as sought after as rice.
I could be wrong about that, and [Susan Rice ] may have really wanted [secretary of state place]. But now she has become a liability. If, in fact, it was legitimate. If [Barack Obama] wanted her and she wanted it, they've told her to go pound sand now, and that's purely because of Benghazi.
They kept saying 'It's sushi-grade!' And I'm like. . . 'Put some soy sauce on this. Get me some rice. And cook it. And then get me out of here.
Nothing important has ever come out of San Francisco, Rice-a-Roni aside.
The best food storage is not in welfare grain elevators but in sealed cans and bottles in the homes of our people. What a gratifying thing it is to see cans of wheat and rice and beans under the beds or in the pantries of women who have taken welfare responsibility into their own hands. Such food may not be tasty, but it will be nourishing if it has to be used.
Condi Rice talks tough but she cannot be tough herself.
And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.
No one ever went to their deathbed saying, 'You know, I wish I'd eaten more rice cakes.
I have no sugar. I don't eat fruit or even fruit juice because of the sugar. I eat chicken and salmon and rice.
A measuring jug is also vital when cooking rice, as this is always measured by volume rather than by weight
There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, And munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire.
Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.
I think the Canadian Football League is a great league, but it's not the NFL, and I'm not Jerry Rice.
Jerry Rice made the decision and we honestly tried to accommodate him the best way we can.
We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.
I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless).
What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
. . . cook him up with some barbecued dog. . . cook that yellow chump. I'll make that mother f**ker make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice.