OK, I give up. what were you going for here? The closest I can get is “meringue.”
As for** Barbosas**, I like mine with a bit of cumin and mild cheese inside. I always make my own though, because restaurants put in the evil cilantro!
I was going for marzipan, but now I’m not sure what you’re aiming at.
Marzipan icing?!? I’ve never seent hat before. It sounds scrumptious!
As for mine, you can get them at a Salvadoran Restaurant.
I myself always have trouble distinguishing Salvadoran dolphins from pupusas. (I never would have got that without the hint.)
Professor, I think you’re getting mixed up on porpoise.
An artist may intentionally infuse his paintings with lavender, plum, and other purpose.
I may be mixed up; sometimes the debates here on the Dope are enough to confound, baffle and purples me.
Please stop it with all these riddles. I’m psychologically fragile. You’re going to give me a perplex.
Are you saying that the riddles are bad for your complex? Maybe you need an salve or something for your face so it will get better.
Madame Pepperwinkle recently underwent a hysterectomy. I’m glad there were no complexions from the surgery.
I’ve just got to find a new job. The constant complications with my pugnacious boss are overwhelming me.
We’re not all vexed with bad bosses though. I’ve had many interesting confrontations with mine - he’s a very well-read and widely-experienced individual, and can sure talk after an ounce of good Scotch!
But if you stay up too late talking, you shouldn’t leave too many lights burning – you owe the planet the favor of practicing energy conversations.
Professor Plum certainly waited until the lights were out before he killed Mr. Boddy with the Revolver in the conservation.
Any mansion as big as Mr. Boddy’s really should have a conservatory with a telescope for watching the stars, planets, moons and other heavenly bodies.
I believe that you’re thinking about an observatory – a building where college students are housed.
No, a dormitory is where corpses are disposed of by burning.
No, no, a crematorium is a ceasefire, a cessation of hositilities.
No, no, no. A moratorium, also called a morgue, is where they perform autopsies.
Although Barney Martin died several years ago, he was very much alive when he played Jerry’s father, Mortuary, on Seinfeld.