A while ago while playing Trivial Pursuit with some friends, we had a question that referenced a President who had a son. So we were listing out recent Presidents that had and didn’t have sons (that we knew of)
Teammate 1: Reagan had a son, Clinton, no…
Teammate 2: Does Bush have a son?
Me: No, Bush the Younger just has two daughters.
Teammate 2: What about the elder?
Me: I’m going to let you think about that for a minute.
He realized what he had asked pretty quickly, but it was good for a laugh.
OK–I wouldn’t know, I’ve only had Swedish meatballs once, and only then in the form of a TV dinner maybe four years ago.
Did you ever order it? How do you know they didn’t battle for supremacy once you’d paid for the dish? They might have even bled warm, gooey cheddar cheese. I bet you feel like an idiot for missing out, don’t you?
Laugh at me all ya want, but I actually have learned a lot of stuff from Nancy Drew books. Until I read this one, I had never even HEARD of the Nazca Lines. I had a woefully inadequate education back in grade school.
:smack: D’oh! Of course. I could’ve chosen a clearer way to express that, for sure…
(Actually, the 2004 sorority version cuts off a little more. Most of both shoulders are exposed. Why this phenomenon skipped 20 years, and whether or not it’s still going on in sororities, I can’t tell you.)