So while I was out west (Colorado), I noticed they served sweet biscuits. WTH is up with that?
Great Divide "Apple Butter Sweetbread"
Cannot wait for the review on the "Ymm, beer" thread
I'll put this here. Although it is about The Avengers movies, it is perhaps a bit broader than that.
Okay, here's my problem. You got Tony Stark, genius programmer with a robot suit. He is paired with two guys who are mutants as a result of science, the Hulk and Captain America. Okay so far, I get it.
Alright, then we add Black Widow, who like Mrs OPK is hot but lethal.* Doesn't really fit in, but I'll play along. Then we add some dude who's superpower is -- wait for it -- using a bow and arrow, maybe impressive in the sixteenth century, but hell Bo Duke could shoot exploding arrows too. So kind of watering down.
Then we add . . . Thor?!? Norse God of Thunder?!? How did an ancient diety suddenly fall in with this group? And Thor is not just a Norse God -- he is an intergalactic traveler on some sort of planetary Geocache for gemstones. The whole thing falls apart for me there.
Crazy, I tells 'ya.
*When I say that Mrs. OPK is hot and lethal, I really mean just the hot part. She's not lethal. Not usually. Rarely. I mean, she's got the whole Italian-Irish vengeance thing. And of course that incident in Belize. The locals still refer to it as "The Night of the Screaming Screecher Monkeys." Arturo surely did not see it coming. But he had switched her coffee for decaf Sanka as a prank, practically inviting the icy hand of death to visit upon him. We had left Rangoon weeks ago on a steamer under cover of night, and made contact with Arturo along the banks of Chetumal Bay on the eve of the blood moon. Three days into the dense jungle approaching the Maya mountains, and now Arturo lay dead. Although the ground was soft from the rain, the roots made the ground impenetrable. Alas, Arturo's fate would lie with the phirana and python of the Sibun River. No time to ponder the past, as the sun was dipping below the canopy of trees and kindling would be needed. The anaconda had been unusually active, and fire was the surest protection. Was it the curse of the one-legged shaman that summoned the asps? Or had we miscalculated by rubbing our clothes with fatback to help preserve them better? No matter. The Sapphire of TikkaMasala lay 1,200 miles to the south in a remote part of the Andes mountains. It would take three weeks to reach it at best, assuming Melissa had acquired the burros we needed. Ah, sweet Melissa. The peasants called her the Goddess of Gloom. She was homely in a compelling way. Perhaps it was her strong odor of garlic, reminding me of the Arancinette all'Olmo Cicillia had served us our last visit to Palermo. Or perhaps it was her lazy eye, which gave me the comforting feeling that she was always watching my back even when we looked eyes to eye. But again, thoughts of Melissa would have to wait in abeyance. Night was at hand.
But anyway, I digress. Long/short: don't piss off my wife. She is a cold-hearted, remorseless, stone-eyed killer. But she's hot.
True story:
Most people don't know that back in
1912, Hellmann's Mayonnaise was
manufactured in England. In fact,
the Titanic was carrying 12,000
jars of the condiment scheduled
for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico,
which was to be the next port of call
for the great ship after its stop in
New York. This would have been
the largest single shipment of
mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico
... But as we know, the great ship
did not make it to New York. The
ship hit an iceberg and sank. The
people of Mexico, who were crazy
about mayonnaise, and were eagerly
awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate
at the loss. Their anguish was so
great, that they declared a National
Day of Mourning.
The National Day of Mourning occurs
each year on May 5 and is known,
of course, as -
Sinko De Mayo.
WHAT??? You expected something educational from me?
You need a shot of Tequila.
Well, maybe not a true story .
[redacted] them and the horses they rode in on.
Well, if it wasn't received too kindly here, I wasn't going to blame you for the bad joke/story. I was "threatened" with flame.gif and naughty.gif but folks were merciful and I didn't get icon_banned.gif.
[redacted] them and the horses they rode in on.
Well, I am getting the hook and dragging all of you off stage. What a terrible, terrible egg you laid.
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'
I wish to report, that it appears devildeac, was seen pulling mayonnaise from a jar with a spork.
Hey, take a look at the picture of Hurley on the front page here today. Looks like he's got a spork on his sweatshirt!
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'