Inspired by a locked thread that I won’t link to, to ensure the safety of this thread.
The idea of this thread is to keep a discussion, as logical as is practical, going for as long as possible based only on posts copied from other threads and pasted here. No two consecutive posts may be from the same thread–that’s too easy! If you don’t feel like you can keep the discussion going, you can copy an OP from another thread and paste it here.
I haven’t come up with a scoring system, but I’ll be happy to add one if we think up a good one. For now, I figured we’d just see how this plays out.
ETA: Don’t quote the posts you copy over; that is, don’t put them in quote tags. And you can lop parts off of a post to make it more general or more sensible (especially an OP).
I’ll start with an OP:
Everyone, even people who have never been to this country, knows about New York and California and Texas. Everyone knows about Alaska and Hawaii and Florida. Mention any of these states, and all sorts of images come to mind. But what comes to mind when someone mentions Indiana? Or New Hampshire? Or Nebraska? Or, dare I say, Ohio? To me, my most forgettable state has to be Indiana. Though I’ve been there, and been through it several times, to quote Gertrude Stein, “There’s no there, there.” Sure, the state has history, and many places worth visiting, but I just can’t wrap my mind around the state as a whole.
Ever notice how the Waffle House is never empty? Never? Even though there’s three on one single interstate exit and it’s 3:30 in the morning, there’s always somebody else in there.
Hey [del]fetu[/del] Hostile Dialect!
Sometimes a hangover requires a(nother) trip to the Waffle House for a double order of scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, extra crispy hash browns. And lots of diet coke (coffee there isn’t fit to drink).
And I think some folks are reading an awful lot into the “baked beans” comment, never mind the fact that it likely was meant to be lumped in with other “oozy” things, such as Vegemite.
Hi Silver Fire!
I like Vegemite better. Less drippy. But I’ll eat marmite in a pinch, I expect.
Acourse, that presumes I won’t end up with the mother of all heartburn afterward, my nearly 30 year old guts aren’t the same as the iron gut of a weeun.
I remember when I had it for the first time, I troweled on a quarter-centimeter of the stuff, thinking it was like jam. Lovely. So was the expression on my Aussie cousins’ faces as they’d been expecting a rather different reaction.