Beans, beans, the magical fruit. Post it here!

[Savage]

You know, it's still Friday, here in Californica. But we had broccoli with cheese sauce. Also, Grumpy craves Black-eyed peas. Well, he is weird that way. Black eyed peas with hog feet. Go figure. His dad was born down south.

[Savage]

I am wracking my brains trying to figure out what rednecks call pigs feet. You can buy them at Vons. I did. But I can't remember what they were called. They are nasty and greasy and I really do not like to cook them, but I do it for the old man. But eww. they're gross. Like my angel stepdaughter, when she talks about chitlins. I so identify, becauce some meat is just yucky.

[Savage]

Could be worse, though. He is of Scottish descent. He could demand Haggis. Then, you would have to kill me. Right then and there.

[Mr. Viking]

and don't tell me they're not real, there's a stuffed one in the kelvingrove museum

[Savage]

and don't tell me they're not real, there's a stuffed one in the kelvingrove museum

That was so nasty, all I could say was, "What the fuck?"

[mistah willies]

Taxidermy is oddly interesting, indeed.





Carrion!

[Mr. Viking]

when I die I either want my body to go to medical science, or to be stuffed, with moving joints so my corpse can be put in amusing poses

[mistah willies]

Just chuck me over the bridge into the river. I'm gone, and although properly embalmed from decades of alcohol imbation, no need to waste any time with my body.

I'll be chasing shots of holy water with rum, or else (and most likely) very, very hot spiced rum.

Either way, good enough.

Avast!

Cheers!

[peetie44]

I am wracking my brains trying to figure out what rednecks call pigs feet.

[Savage]

Naw, I remember now. Ham Hocks. Oh, they are ick to the max. Like ham's scary ugly cousins. With bones, and leather, and wads of blubbery fat. It takes about eight hours to cook them, and then you throw in the beans. Full body shudder. The things I do for love, oh. Oh.

[Mr. Viking]

Naw, I remember now. Ham Hocks. Oh, they are ick to the max. Like ham's scary ugly cousins. With bones, and leather, and wads of blubbery fat. It takes about eight hours to cook them, and then you throw in the beans. Full body shudder. The things I do for love, oh. Oh.

I was going to say ham hocks, but I thought that was the posh name for them, at least I think it is over here

[Fast Cast]

[mistah willies]

It's quite enjoyable to participate here. Thank you for your welcoming drinks and laughter. Even when I feel like getting pissy and bitchy, you have been quite a true Drunkard Tribe.

Holy crap I just realized that it is Friday. (For about 90 minutes more.) If I throw some tiny French green beans in my chicken salad, will I be okay with the Legumeinati?

You do well, and carry on you bunch of excellent Drunkards!


be well

[Savage]

Kids say the darndest things!

[Mr. Viking]

What is the whole thing about green beans, in a can? I mean, they're awesome, but I don't understand why fridays