Yeah, you're right (intoned with appropriate Cajun accent). You can't tell me that women never had teenage fart lighting contests. Right?
Well, anyhow, as the Cajuns say, "Everything on the hog is good except the eyes" (that's a nice song by Nathan and the Zydeco Cha-Chas, BTW).
Everybody know the one about the Cajun who got married?
Next day he's back home, alone, without his bride.
His daddy says, " Son, what happened? Where's your wife?"
Cajun says, "Daddy, she was a virgin. If she's not good enough for her own family,
then she's sure as hell not good enough for ours."
BigD, I always heard that one about Kentucky, not Cajuns.
Fart-lighting? I swear, I never heard of it until I was in my mid 30s. The wife of a couple we socialized with told several of the wives that she had to hold the match for her husband. I will echo Katrina's sentiment here.
No anagram frogkopf, I laughed. An oldie. Poor Kentucky. It has its bad side, but there's a lot of good here, too. And we do wear shoes. Most of the time.
Sixty-five percent of the world's bourbon supply is made in and around Nelson County, Kentucky, giving Bardstown the proud moniker of "Bourbon Capital of the World."
Edit: From baked beans for breakfast to bourbon. Reminds me of Kentucky's three Bs: bluegrass, bourbon, and basketball.
You can't tell me that women never had teenage fart lighting contests. Right?
Wrong. I can tell you I saw my brothers doing this activity, and instinctively knew never to mention it until I was far, far away from home.
A guy I went to college with told me his underpants caught on fire. Heh. Serves him right.
I was living in a boarding house in London for the first few months this year, and every morning I had baked beans with my eggs. It was one way of reinfusing some heat into the tepid eggs. I even came around to the stewed tomatoes, eventually (primarily as yet another way of getting some heat back into the eggs), but I never stooped so low as to so much as touch that canned fruit cocktail. Fruit in a tin = fruit fail. And can anyone explain to me the thinking behind the toast rack? "Here's a device that will cool your toast even faster!"
On the bright side, we always had healthy supply of weetabix. ::thumbsup::
And can anyone explain to me the thinking behind the toast rack? "Here's a device that will cool your toast even faster!
Not to be captobvious, but the faster the toast cools off the sooner you can slather it with butter. If you put the butter onto hot toast it will melt, at which point it ceases to be toast. It will turn into a flaccid buttersponge instead, and that's not toast.
That's the whole point of butter on toast, isn't it? That it melts?
If you end up with a flaccid buttersponge I think we can safely assume you've used TOO MUCH BUTTER and have probably seen Last Tango in Paris a few too many times.
And if you're going to have cold toast (...the horror!), why bother toasting it in the first place? Just wait for a bit and use stale bread (or if you're in France, yesterday's bread).
The best thing on toast (that's HOT toast of course) is Lime Marmalade anyway.
Lemon will do at a push.
Orange if you're desperate.
Beans for brekky is just WRONG. As is that disgusting black pudding nonsense.
Fried bread, however, is pretty damned good :-)
I will have to say the Brits have the most appalling food habits. I lived there for 6 months and rarely saw anything green or that I could discern was actually alive at one time.
...and then there's their dental habits - I've seen better teeth on a Jack-o-lantern. They're going to crucify my for that one!
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Not much of a faggot guy, though. Don't care much for their taste or texture. They leave a bad taste in my mouth....
Shit fire and save matches
Well, then pass the bloody tabasco.
God, you men are such pigs.
Yeah, you're right (intoned with appropriate Cajun accent). You can't tell me that women never had teenage fart lighting contests. Right?
Well, anyhow, as the Cajuns say, "Everything on the hog is good except the eyes" (that's a nice song by Nathan and the Zydeco Cha-Chas, BTW).
As for the bean, if baked according to the Mason household recipe, it should be the start to every day: no need for Tobasco.
That is just offal.
Everybody know the one about the Cajun who got married?
Next day he's back home, alone, without his bride.
His daddy says, " Son, what happened? Where's your wife?"
Cajun says, "Daddy, she was a virgin. If she's not good enough for her own family,
then she's sure as hell not good enough for ours."
Fart-lighting? I swear, I never heard of it until I was in my mid 30s. The wife of a couple we socialized with told several of the wives that she had to hold the match for her husband. I will echo Katrina's sentiment here.
Men! Ah, but vive la difference!
Q: Why wasn't Jesus born in Kentucky?
A: God couldn't find three wisemen and a virgin.
Edit: From baked beans for breakfast to bourbon. Reminds me of Kentucky's three Bs: bluegrass, bourbon, and basketball.
A guy I went to college with told me his underpants caught on fire. Heh. Serves him right.
On the bright side, we always had healthy supply of weetabix. ::thumbsup::
Marie just cooked us up sausage, fried eggs, baked beans, fried tomatoes; a fabulous reminder of home. Tonight it's back to normal.
That's the whole point of butter on toast, isn't it? That it melts?
If you end up with a flaccid buttersponge I think we can safely assume you've used TOO MUCH BUTTER and have probably seen Last Tango in Paris a few too many times.
And if you're going to have cold toast (...the horror!), why bother toasting it in the first place? Just wait for a bit and use stale bread (or if you're in France, yesterday's bread).
The best thing on toast (that's HOT toast of course) is Lime Marmalade anyway.
Lemon will do at a push.
Orange if you're desperate.
Beans for brekky is just WRONG. As is that disgusting black pudding nonsense.
Fried bread, however, is pretty damned good :-)
Carry on.
...and then there's their dental habits - I've seen better teeth on a Jack-o-lantern. They're going to crucify my for that one!
Yuck. Cold toast? Ick.