The conclusion of last week’s Russian adventure. Some of the teams are headed to Germany, while others are still washing buses and de-nesting dolls. Will Team Frankenberry gripe their way out of the basement? Will Michelle worry about Germans seeing her boobies? Will Dani and Danielle be eliminated, thus forcing Team Gonad to go through with its threat to hook up with Team Hippie, thus inducing millions of TAR fans to gouge out their own eyes? Let’s watch!
::: runs into the thread and sits down next to Otto :::
Yay! I’m the first one here!
It’s TAR night! Plus Scrubs is on and I can watch both, and then think of rockle falling asleep while the RoadBlock plays out.
I can only hope that Killer Fatigue finally catches up with Team FrankenBerry. I want them GONE.
I can’t say I want to watch that, but the idea of it is going to make me <snerk> and simultaneously feel ill for the rest of the day, thank you.
I’m usually all for the older teams for no reason I can think of, but Frankenberry are killing me. At least the last team had head wounds and stuff.
:: talking in her sleep on the sofa ::
Floatillas or Chinchillas! Jaws or Saws! My ox is broken! This is BULLSHIT!
No, seriously. I’m staying up again. Hell will be paid in the morning, no doubt.
Did you ever think about the fact that the world would be a much more stress-free and comfortable place if Hell insisted on payment in advance?
Yes, that was pretty much a non-sequitur, but it’s the best I’m going to be capable of until after 10:00 EST…
Maybe for you, bub, but as it is, I barely make it from paycheck to paycheck. For lunch tomorrow I’m having stewed tomatoes, cuz I’m po’. How’m I supposed to pay off Satan? I can barely tip his minions, fer Chrissakes.
Satan take it out in trade, I heard…
To whet your appetite:
From the Amazing race e-mailComputers crash at a foreign airport leaving several Teams stranded without a flight.
Driving to the Roadblock, one duo follows another Team who leads everyone in the wrong direction.
Teams get to relieve their frustrations from the stress of the Race by bashing bottles over each others’ heads.
Do you think he’d take a pierogie casserole? It’s a devilishly good dish: buttered noodles, potatoes mashed with cream and cheese, fried onions, lots of cheddar cheese. Basically a lasagne pan full of carbs and fat. Would that work, you think?
I’m hungry.
I’m dying for Floatillas or Chinchillas. 
What is Saws or Jaws, again?
Damn, another broken ox. If an ox breaks down through no fault of a team, do they get a new ox delivered? I guess they don’t get any time credit for the time spent waiting for a new ox. Too bad.
Mmmmm, perogies. Aren’t they Hungarian? I hope they go to Hungary again. Hungary had the BESTEST greeter ever.
WELCOME TO HUNGARY!!!
So many questions. Where to start … I don’t know if pierogies are Hungarian, necessarily, but my Hungarian Aunt Margit loves my pierogie casserole. I learned to make it from my Lithuanian-Polish-Slovak grandmother. So, if by “Hungarian” you actually mean “Eastern European-ish,” then yes. Yes they are.
“Saws or Jaws” comes from this thread, although in the interest of full disclosure I should point out that my original proposed name for this particular Detour was “Armed or Dangerous.” Heh. Good times, good times. “Chocolate or Chocolat” was a good Detour, too.
And I want to go on record as saying that “My ox is BROKEN!” is absolutely without a doubt the best moment in the history of the world, even. Better even than the invention of Mountain Dew, and coming from me, that’s saying a LOT.
If Satan doesn’t want it, I’ll take it! Mmmmmmmmmmm…
I think you need to come to Gettysdope in July and bring a big old pot of pierogie casserole with you…
I’m working on it. If hubby won’t come with me (because he’s kind of a yutz, sometimes), would you guys be my dates?
As long as we don’t have to buy flowers or canoodle on the porch swing after. supervenusfreak is allergic to flowers and we’re both allergic to canoodling with girls.
I know. I just want to feed you and pinch your cheeks and talk about Phil and some of his tragic fashion accidents.
Oh, sure! That goes without saying even IF Mr. Rockle were coming with you.
Speak for yerself there mister! I can certainly deal with canoodling with girls, especially fun ones.
And you WILL NOT have any pierogie casserole, unless there is some seriously healthy veggies in it! Green ones! If you do, just remember that there will be plenty of Kim Chee there at MY disposal…
Oh, come on, lighten up! How often does jayjay get to eat rockle’s Almost Kinda Sorta World Famousish Pierogie Casserole? There’s plenty of time for salad when we’re all dead! Or something like that.
I’ll see what I can do about getting there. I suspect there will be trickery involved, but I will do my damnedest.
DUDE! You do NOT threaten nuclear annihilation when all I have is a Red Ryder BB Gun over here!
shudder We would definitely be turning the fan around in the window…
Wait…this was an Amazing Race thread when it started!
Yeah, um, Phil. And RAAAAACE! And, um, stuff…