The hospital stories are ironic to me, because the hospital near where I grew up, which my family spent many days in, was run by the Seventh Day Adventists. There was absolutely no meat, and it was back in the days when soy products were truly appalling. It was said that a sign that someone was getting better was when he started clutching at his visitors and begging, "For God's sake, bring me a hamburger."
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We are a simple people.
Follow the shoe!
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
I've been asked if I was a "semi-vegetarian" because I ordered a chicken sandwich at a fast food place. Apparently, some people create that category for those who don't eat beef or pork.
I think the idea is that chicken and fish are easier on the environment than beef or pork.
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
Don't follow me!
It's a test!
My variety of vegetarian is that I don't eat land animals. I still eat fish and shellfish. I used to say I didn't eat meat or poultry, but then people asked about pork. So no land animals, except for the occasional bacon because it smells so good. You can see that this isn't a religious choice.
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
Don't follow me!
It's a test!
Now, fuck off!
How shall we fuck off, O Lord?
They had an article in the Wall Street Journal the other day about food rationing during WWII and some of the nutty recipes (often literally) people came up with to accomodate the absence of beef.
The funny part was that chicken and fish weren't rationed during the war, but people were trying to eat faux meatloaf made of lentils and soybeans anyway.
Vintage Dudes! Just roast a frickin' chicken.
That'd make a good chain, wouldn't it? Frickin' Chicken! (Now Served With Lawful Waffles!)
They had an article in the Wall Street Journal the other day about food rationing during WWII and some of the nutty recipes (often literally) people came up with to accomodate the absence of beef.
I've read that during WW-II, the British cut their sausages with sawdust to make the meat go further.
So, if you're feeling like a jackass already and have to send an email to apologize for it to a dear sweet friend, you know what'll make you feel like the hugest jackiest of asses?
Having your friend write back to say he is glad you're alright because you weren't acting like yourself, and it's his fault anyway because he could tell something was wrong the other night and should have asked about it but instead went on about all his stuff and can you possibly forgive him?
Gawds!
Vintage Dudes! Just roast a frickin' chicken.
Ha! I'm going to start referring to any historical personage as Vintage Dude! or Vintage Chick!
Ha! I'm going to start referring to any historical personage as Vintage Dude! or Vintage Chick!
It's the Dinosaur Comicification of... stuff!