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Mmmm...people on bread.I was wondering what made it so spreadable.
Guess I'll have to change my dinner plans. Ignorance was bliss. Sigh.
Spam was a major contributing factor to my vegetarianism... that stuff looks... forcefully assembled.
Calling Spam "meat" is like calling Nickleback's output "music". Both are technically true statements, but something fundamental is missing from each. Taste, for example.Perhaps Spam is NOT made of people - maybe PEOPLE are made of Spam...By the way, today is 'chelle's bithday, but don't tell her I told you so!GOB
GOB is spreading vicious rumours about me today. It's not true.To think that I'm made of Spam certainly explains this persistent cellulite on my upper thighs, though. That's a theory I could work with!
LOL and YUCK @ "forcefully assembled".
When my Dad was in the army he said that they lived on Spam and Corned beef and these biscuits that to all intents and purposes are the same ones you get in "Fido's Crunchy Mix for Dogs".He said that he was the only man in the mess hall who loved army food because it was better than his mum's cooking.Says a lot for my Grans cooking really doesn't it ?
SPAM's the unoffical state dish in Hawaii, they even serve it at McDonald's. Apparently another tropical island plagued by cannibalism.
So, there was some truth in the movie, Soylent Green.
spam, spam, glorious spam: nothing quite like it "when pork turns to fat"...the yellow fat to white fat, and then 'bleached' to tan... it's nature's 'short cycle'- when 'spam hits the fan'.(or something)
Hehehe! Too funny. And gross. Really gross. Not the fact it's made of people the 'forcefully assembled'. Yuk.
>.< I'm SO cancelling my trip to see Spamalot...
Yeah Alana, it's all that cellulite that makes it so luscious!Will, you were going to have Spam for supper and not invite me? You are off my friend list, buddy boy!Michelle, you obviously hit a few nerves with your "forcefully assembled" comment. I shall have to use that of my quote of the day and that's all there is to it, because you are too fabulous!Ahhh GOB, anybody who can manage to diss Nickelback regardless of the topic of conversation has my undying admiration. But you know that already. Were you extra sweet to Michelle today? Give her a big sloppy kiss for me, will you?Too late to deny the birthday rumours, Michelle. A thousand dancing boys have been dispatched to your address and will be arriving, olive oil in hand, post haste.That Michelle has a way with words doesn't she, Alana? Reminds me of you, somehow...My dad was in the army as well, Ben, and he used to bring home little tins of unidentifiable food items, which we kids wolfed down because, even though they were gross, they were also kinda cool. Your granny must have been an abysmal cook haha!Spam is the first thing I think of when I think of Hawaii, John! Man, you'd think with all those natural wonders they could find some real food... besides other Hawaiians. Leazwell, I think they were originally going to call it Soylent Spam, but there were copyright issues.Oh Chuck, that's glorious - a true ode to Spam. When Spam hits the fan, indeed... Back at ya, Jen!!The fact that it's made of people is okay by you, Kees? What kind of science did you say you were involved in anyway? hahaHi Ariel S Hyre, welcome! No no, you simply MUST take in Spamalot. They might be giving away free samples!Stephanie - Ariel S Hyre has promised to bring back free samples for all of us from Spamalot, so you will have to be polite and try some.
i have to say i've never actually had it, but i've heard enough that i'll believe the sign, lol - and i remember the "army rations" too, those were the days, sigh....
haha Maureen, if you've had army rations, you've had Spam (or close enough). Getting excited about your big weekend yet?
...but they only use the choice cuts of people
Well, in that case, Kelly, you better watch yourself around women with sharp knives.
actually its funny...i haven't had spam since i was young...i kinda liked it or ithink i remember liking it.....this kinda crosses over to Maureens blog.....it might be one of those childhood memories of dad frying apm and eggs on a sunday morning....ok i know it sounds horrendous..maybe its just the memory thats a good thing
I want to crawl right into my computer monitor into that garden! Don't you wish we could do that? CompuPorting *G*
oh crap, wrong post for that comment. I was a couple cm's off.... I blame sleep deprivation and fuzzy vision!*turns red*
Weird Al also has a song or two about spam.Two songs on spam is a testement to the tin of 'meat'.
I ate with without any problems as a kid too, Kelly, but wouldn't touch it with a barge pole now. But we also ate stuff like beef tongue, pigs feet, etc - so.I think compu-porting is a hella-good idea, Mellowlee! There's all kinds of people/places I want to visit without doing the airport thang. Hey not to worrry about slight errors in aim on this post - you should see me at darts - yikes!Weird Al is a genius, Barb W!
Good point about Spamalot. Without Spam, Monty Python would have missed a lot of excellent material! Vegetarianism has saved me once again from the horrors of disgusting meat! Thank God!
And cheese, Becky! Spam and cheese are both very important to Python culture. And dead parrots.
Don't forget fish! Monty Python would be nothing without the fish. And rabbits of doom. And giant wooden badgers. And other random animals.GOB isn't the only one spreading rumors. I did not say I'd bring back Spam for you. *glares**compu-ports to (insert exotic location [not Hawaii] here)*Send some dancing boys my way, too, please! =*
Oh didn't you say you were bringing back spam for all of us, Minty? I just assumed... *looks all innocent* But what shall we have at the party then? The one that all the dancing boys will be at?
I want dancing men, not boys. Men without hats.
okey dokey, Barbara W. For you we'll invite some 60 year old guys.
Ugh Barbara you're as bad as Carolyn... Good point though. Men from their early twenties to mid-thirties, not bald. Maybe rope in most of the Italian soccer team. They're GORGEOUS!I'll bring Shreddies instead. ;-)
You simply can't go wrong with Shreddies, Minty. The more the merrier.
dammit, thought I got away with not eating it! and I had a lovely weekend of drunken stupidity, thanks, should be good for another 10 years now
Now, Maureen, I think you should have another drunken stupid weekend in 5 years. Glad you had a fabulous BD!
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