Well excuuuuse me Old Dog, I had no idea, I see all these cans of pie filling on the shelves of the Jewel and I just assumed that that was what everybody used. I mean after all the stuff is going to go into a crust and be baked so what does it matter how fresh or whatever the pie filling is? I went to the google machine expecting to see row after row of cans, and what I saw were recipes, row after row of recipes, complicated ones with sugar and starch and seasonings, cooking times, a whole lot of whatever. And the crusts too, I had no idea. A friend once told me it was all in the baking, and since she was a woman and she baked, and I was aware of the joy of pulling golden brown corn muffins out of the oven at just the right minute I assumed it was so. My error, my ignorance, my gratitude to a scholar of the Institute for enlightening me.
I wonder if the demographics got Old Dog that message from the Trump train. Old white males, you know we love our Trumpalina.
I didn't like that comedian at the last dinner, she just wasn't funny, a lot of bombast and little wit, and Trump jokes in general are not that funny, too obvious and just mentioning his name casts a pallor, We avoid them in my improv group. I heard a few reports of the dinner but I don't want to see it in its entirety. I go for the hard stuff, like the Barr hearings yesterday. Wow there is a slimy Trump toad subverting the import of the report.
El Ranchero may be my favorite tortilla chip if I recall correctly. They come in kind of a tight bag, not a lot of air like those frou frou chips with all that air, and they are cheaper and thicker and spicier, I like a chip with some meat on its bones, not those delicate things that other chipmakers produce. I also like blue chips and I don't know why they even bother to make chips without any lime in them.
I'm on the road for cataract surgery, kind of looking forward to it so that when I go to Wrigley I can see what the strike/ball count is.
That was quite some article about bestiality, especially those maps. If Old Dog suddenly expresses a yearn to live in those green green hills of West Virginia or to go roaming in Wyoming, or down to Taos to paint some cacti or whatever, tongues will click downtown and at the northern edge of Michigan, And zoophilic porn, I just shudder. I just don't see folks bragging about fucking chickens when they didn't even do it, I mean, I mean, I just shudder.
I don't know I guess I am a little disappointed that the dawgs had no thoughts about that girl waking up at 3 AM in the ten cent town. Don't songs ever touch your hearts? Are you made of stone?
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