I remember when I lived in California, that the legislature spent some time deciding on the official state fossil! Seriously, most of the time the legislature is in session, most members aren’t even there! All the real power is held by the speakers, whips, and committee chairmen-democracy…give me a break!!
Ugh! The only Jell-o I can eat is the cook and serve chocolate pudding. I only get the gall to make it once or twice a year. And tapioca is little fish eyeballs!
And besides, as all true sons and daughters of the Empire State know, Jell-O was invented here in New York (in the nearby village of Leroy to be precise). Which means those damn Yoots are trying to steal our snack.
“For men there are two food groups; meat and salt.”
Good gravy, Ike! If you aren’t lactose intolerant or on a strict diet, you’ve just abdicated your standing as one of my most very favorite food posters. My mind boggles at the thought of Cool Whip™ on Jell-O™!?!
On the other hand, a recent thread on gelatin desserts made me reminisce about my mother’s lime Jell-O™ “ambrosia”. Anyone got a cite for this recipe? Lime Jell-O™, with tiny nuggets of cream cheese and Marischino cherries.
Doctor Jackson, save for the regurgitating sounds, your Spam™ Cupcakes left me speechless. (And that ain’t often!)
I live in Miami-Dade, and as this is the most corrupt goverment south of, say Broward County, I voted seventeen times. I tried to vote eighteen times, but when I went to the polling station in the graveyard, and they wouldn’t let me vote without a death certificate.
So, Utah, Massachussetts, and Minnesota, the line forms behind us.
You want to live in a state that’s a laughing stock? Try Vermont. Everyone I meet seems to think that I must live on, or at the very least near, a farm. They don’t think I have neighbors (I do, many.)
Not to mention the many gags on Fred Tuttle (they just don’t understand he wasn’t really trying to be a senator.)
Aargh.