Subj : Monthly posting of the ru To : Daryl Stout From : George Pope Date : Sun Apr 06 2025 08:27:54 > I love the Miracle Whip commercials. This guy was talking to this woman > on the phone, as she was to come over for a visit. When he admitted "I'm > out of Miracle Whip"..... Yup, & she immediately flew back home -- serves her right if she's lonely the rest of her life. If she loved him, she'd have replied, "No problem, dear, I'll run out & get another jar for us." & if he was looking for a relationship & love more serious than a one night hook-up, he'd not be alone the next night or three or a lifetime.. . >> Q: What did the vegan say when they ate a plant based chicken nugget? >> A: No harm because no fowl > He was all clucked up. When I have one of the kid helping me shop, as we pass the fake meat section, they always exclaim, "EWWW!" & we hurry past to the real food sections. I keep it simple: God made X; Man made Y -- guess which I'm going with? Sugar over aspartame every time without fail. > Did you ever see Jeff Dunham's feud with Peanut, where Peanut could not > access their home wi-fi?? Search for "Jeff Dunham Peanut Password Panic" > on YouTube. After my kids are up, so I cam put the speakers on. . . I might've seen it -- I've seen so many of theirs - I own a copy of every TV special they've done. Good stuff to put on auto-play every now & again. . . My kids love the "Jingle Bomb" one--their first Christmas special (in Iraq) >> Q: What's inside a chicken nugget? >> A: Nug guts > Appetite killer. :P Only after you've seen how they're made (a bubbling cauldron(vat) of all the bones & crap they couldn't cut into actual pieces of chicken to sell, plus whteverthey swept or mopped up off the floor, I suspect. Boil it until thick & gelatinous, then extrude onto a big pan piece by piece, to be air-fried, with oil liberally sprayed through the hot air as they tumble-cook. I love that Discovery show, "How It's Made" >> My toddler asked me to give her chicken nuggets a checkup. After giving >> all the nuggets a medical exam I realized my toddler was asking for >> ketchup. > Best thing to dip those in. Eww, no thanks -- I only use ketchup a time or two a year to put 2 drops on my chapped egg on toast. Best dip for nuggets, I find, is Big Mac sauce but only if I'm having a Big Mac, otherwise they charge me 40c for a 2oz container of "extra Big Mac sauce" to dip my nuggets in, even when I point out that this is my choice for dip, instead of their other ones. If a manager is on, & I got time, I'll get it approved asa no charge item. For fries I like a wee tub of McChicken sauce (also 40c if not ordered a McChicken); but I can get as many little plastic tube things of the sauce for free, so i just ask for help to cut then open put them into a paper ketchup container(fee at the ketchup pump); for a large, i'll get 2 filled to the top, for yummiest fry enjoyment... True story, as a young teen (15 or 16) I was travelling & in a McDonalds I knew I'd never see again (I've never even been in that town again in the 40+ years since!), I asked the pretty young thing at the cash register for a "fur burger & a side of thighs, please." She stared at me, stunned, for a minute, then ran into the back crying (WTF? Lil Miss Sensitive that day, apparently. A big dude came up & asked me what I'd said to her; I sad I simply asked for a fish burger & a side of fries, please. He looked me up & down then said, "Alright, but take your order to go & don't ever come back here again." Apparently he believed her over this scuzzy looking long-haired punk in front of him & professionally dealt with the problem. Kudos to him, I say. He didn't get into a "he said, she said" type discussion, he simply fixed the issue. I've never done that jape again. . . The first time I did it, I wrote up my own order form at the A&W I had worked at prior to my brain putting me in the hospital for a half year; also requesting a fur burger & a side of thighs -- I saw the girls giggling while trying to decipher my handwriting. I ended up with a fish burger & fries in my bag. I still have no idea if they understood what I wrote & punnily responded, or that's just how they interpreted my handwriting. I never asked. The one girl on shift knew I liked her, even though she was nearly too young by a year or so(for my personal taste, not by law) but she was fun to flirt with when it was slow at the restaurant, because she turned such a pretty shade of pink, & flirted back with cute giggles. . . After I left town to recuperate for a year, I lost track of everybody, as the restaurant closed and was seized for bankruptcy soon after I left. Oh well, made new friends since then. . . worked other jobs, contracts, etc. Got new neighbours a few times as I tried to increase my comfort at home. (bigger units in better areas) You know you're in a bad Chicago neighborhood, when you realize you have to go north to find a McDonalds or Starbucks that doesn't smell like a crack house. You know you're in a bad neighbourhood when you hear weapons fire every night as you drift off to sleep. (heard twice via Modesto, CA) You know you're in a bad neighbourhood when you turn on the light to see what the noise was & you see 14 cockroaches gang-raping a rat. You know you're in a bad hotel when you call the front desk to say, "I got a leak in my sink" & they just say, "Go ahead!" (this has actually happened to me at a place I paid for 5 weeks ahead of time to stay -- I had a room on the 3rd flor, above, the lobby, so I was as far as possible from the booming nightclubs on either side of the lobby (strip joint on the one side a "Meat Market" (meet market) dance club on the other -- Of course, I could still hear the booming [c]rap music, but not so bad I couldn't sleep enough to be ready for my 15-hour workdays six days a week, then 10-1 more hours on my one day off. Adaptability -- Proof we're humans & here to survive -- in it to win it! That's one of my philosophies towards life. --- BBBS/Li6 v4.10 Toy-7 * Origin: The Rusty MailBox - Penticton, BC Canada (1:153/757) .