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It's not for sale, I keep it as a conversation piece, like an art book on a coffee table.

It's the convenience size, you won't have to cook again between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

It was grain fed--ate an entire corn field.

"Don't forget - prick it with a fork several dozen times before you put it in the microwave."

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Oh snap, that is devine!!!

Oh snap, that is devine!!!

You've heard of Butterball? Well, this is their Powerball.

There was a sale on helium this week.

I can't speak for the rest of the women on a2k, but I think I'm falling in love. That made me laugh out loud. Bravo

I really respect your taste in cartoons, but can't really see the greatness of that caption. Perhaps one must have experience as an NSA analyst to see the hidden merits of that caption.

Negative. One must merely be familiar with the Noel Coward piece of doggerel which states that "only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun."

Art critics are bad enough. Cartoons?

''No Lady, I said Sesame Street not sesame seeds.''

Ding ding ding ding ding, give that man a cigar. I remember the doggerel but it was used in an obscure movie possibly in the 60's, Easy Rider at a 'happening' with neophyte hippies dancing in long johns chanting that part "Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun". (If anyone knows the actual movie, please share it) And at another point at the festival someone singing, (apologies, the lyrics I can only remember in bits) Do your bags hang low, can you swing em two and fro, can you tie em in a knot or tie em in a bow, can you swing em over your shoulder like a Continental soldier, do your bags hang low. Apologies to anyone who thinks that's vulgar, it probably is but in context it was so funny.
And I was very young, and my family members are world class collectors of obscure info and without peers when it comes to Irish Smart Assery. In fact, it's entirely possible that Lustig is my long lost cousin. I'll close with, be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box. Up until 1974, the sacrifices were spread out around the US, now it's all volunteer and no one wants to send their children off on a futile mission. Thank you, Dick Cheney

I heard it as "Do your ears hang low. . . ."

Actually, it's "do your balls hang low".

We used to sing it in the playground.

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