@realjohnboy,
Hey up!! I noticed that the National Advisory Board Chair of the Salvation Army, Ms Pamela Anderson, was sat in the VIP seats, in all her finery, accompanied by 3 lieutenantesses, "watching" the Saints/Cowboys game.
One might have thought they would have been manning the soup kitchens in deprived areas on behalf of those who are not so fortunate in life as they obviously are on a day of national thanksgiving, which seems, if some posts I've read are to be believed, to be a day of gluttonous self indulgence and to be inexorably followed, on the causality principle so beloved of our scientific fraternity, and biology being such an important science, by a day of emptying out by way of which the parts of the appetizer tarts of caramelized onions and gorgonzola; the small turkey without stuffing flavored with ginger, which is naff these days, not PC I mean, the onions and fresh herbs, the homemade baguettes with herbed olive oil, the green beans amandine, the homemade apple-cranberry chutney and pumpkin pie made from a fresh New Jersey cheese pumpkin, well --you wouldn't a melon from Juarez half rotten would you-- ( apologies for using "pumkin" twice in the same sentence, and "onion") , the homemade caramel for flavoring (using New England sugar pumpkins (sorry) with molasses) and the butter crust, which the bodies are unable to find a use for are compacted in the bowel and lower colon and eased, hopefully, from the anal sphincter, or the nipsy in English, into the safe hands, ahem!, of the Waste Disposal Agencies, the valiant and noble services of which are rewarded by salaries far more economically efficient than of those who sit around discussing blood clotting in chiclids and the bacterium flagellum's congruence with a stop-cock, if our ladies will forgive such an expression, in order to prove that adultery, divorce, abortion and such like are perfectly respectable modes of behaviour and that the Pope is talking out of his arse.
