it was an honest mistake... sheesh.
Actually, reg, that's my lost bag.
It was made by a blind leatherworker in the south of Malawi who's never seen a cucumber in his life. Any resemblance to a pickle is strictly coincidental.
And, yes, I did lose my luggage that way.
Had some garlicy, briny green thing at a deli there, too.
patiodog wrote:Yes, and you've been a veeeeeeeeeeery good boy. A bubby for my good bubby.
You've seen "Bad Boy Bubby"?
No!
But I might try to track it down now that I've heard of it...
FACT:
all pickles start out being cucumbers...
Even pickled okra? That's amazing...
okra is okra.
always has bean, always will be...
dagmaraka wrote:dlowan wrote:patiodog wrote:(hey, that was dag on this thread. odd........)
(Dag's always odd.....why remark on it because she is odd here?)
I can also leave.
No I cannot.
Pleased to hear it, Dagglepuss!
This is a dill pickle. Feh pooh.
Kosher pickles can be dill and sour. Dont like dill.
Region Philbis wrote:okra is okra.
always has bean, always will be...
I'm okra, you're okra.
But not all okra is pickled.
And I refuse to believe that there are no kosher sweet pickles.
patiodog wrote:Region Philbis wrote:okra is okra.
always has bean, always will be...
I'm okra, you're okra.
But not all okra is pickled.
And I refuse to believe that there are no kosher sweet pickles.
That's because you're the sweetest guy...er dog...on earth.
Yeah, there are other kinds of pickles beside dill and sour. I disdain them. And I don't think they're especially sweet.
Roberta wrote:Yeah, there are other kinds of pickles beside dill and sour. I disdain them. And I don't think they're especially sweet.
"Pickle me grandmother" we used to hear on our TV some years ago, I can assure I loved my 'pickle' because she was so sweet.
dlowan would remember the comedian I'm referring to.
i know the answer... but i ain't sayin'.
Region Philbis wrote:i know the answer... but i ain't sayin'.
Cough up or I'll rip yer bloody arms off?
If you had arms, you goggle eyed misbegotten son of a green amoebum!
(That it, Dutchy?)
i got arms... two to be exact
despite the rude threats, i will graciously give you a hint:
Rita Hayworth?
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