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Stoatie, if you would like to get even, I could try to overnight you some Rocky Mountain Oysters for him to try….

😉

Mmmm…testilicious!

Dip, baby, dip!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QErgjt_GYBk

LOL… Makes you wonder how they do the BULLS….. 😉

Chortle! Happy Friday, everyone!

Stoaty, you need to use some of your tee shirt money to get yourself some Truck Nuts for your pudding dippings! 🙂

31 Flavors.

Obviously, Uncle Badger needs to read Day-by-Day:

http://www.daybydaycartoon.com/2010/01/22/#005511

I just got that DBD in my inbox and laughed out loud!

Dangerous?

Not the best “dipping” sketch from “The State”, but the only one I can find: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gR1hI_Ikuv8

Pudding was more prominent in the Barry & Levon sketches: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpuUemDBz-8

I’m not sure how much my perception of these is influenced by the fact that I was in high school when the show aired. Maybe I wouldn’t find it so funny if I were watching them for the first time now. It does make a fantastic quasi-inside joke though.

I asked Uncle B to buy me a pudding cup for a prop (this being England, it’s called something gay like “trifle”). He said, “I still don’t understand this pudding thing.”

Okay.
So Limeys call everything else in the world pudding, except pudding.
I can see why he would be confused.

Dinner at Badger House:

Uncle B: Be a lovely weasel and pass the pudding?

Sweas: *hesitates, then reaches for the spotted dick*

Uncle B: Well, I didn’t want that.

Sweas: *represses small wave of hysteria*

Say, that didn’t occur to me. All desserts are called pudding, except pudding. Truly, I have moven to the crazy place.

Despite living most of my life in the States, I’m still influenced heavily by British(I blame my father). So everything is pudding to me! Makes looking for things in the standard supermarket(or even the hippie organic markets) hard as bloody hell.

Except I’d disappear behind the pages of The Wall Street Journal. I’m basically a weird conglomeration of British things and American things.

The woman who sat next to me at work had been kinda raised by an English grandmother. It screwed up her nominclature pretty badly, too.

Briticism. Contagious as hell.

Urr — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Figgy_Pudding_with_flaming_brandy.jpg

Man, did I just GROSSLY misspell “nomenclature”? Wotta maroon.

Somebody just linked to this at Ace’s. Seems TOTUS visited some schoolkids in class, accompanied by Obama. They even hauled in his little podium with the seal (wonder why he needs that?).

Sorry, mesa. The spam filter et your post. And the latest WordPress doesn’t warn me when something lands in there.

Fortunately, of the 36 posts in there, no others were legit.

That can’t be a real picture, Weasel. Totus at an elementary school? He can’t be that dumb, or maybe he’s afraid a fifth grader will stump him.

Lord, we are so dead. Screwed, kaput. He’s even got the speakers set-up. It’s a friggin classroom, arrggh! I need a cocktail.

Oh, but it IS real, Allen. Follow the link at the link — the speech is posted on the White House website.

I was hoping it wasn’t. I liked the Secret Service guy in the background ready to go all militant on the kids. These folks just aren’t that media saavy.

Well, I guess I can have that cocktail now.

It’s weird. I watched the speech. It’s clearly a wonky education policy speech for adults. But it’s in the same classroom. I HOPE they shoo’d the kids out and he was talking to the teachers, but I have an awful feeling he was using the poor little bastards as a backdrop for the video. The camera never panned to the audience, unfortunately.

Oh, and he’s got both prompters and the speakers.

They even hauled in his little podium with the seal (wonder why he needs that?).

Same reason he needed his little podium with the President-Elect of the US seal on it.

“this being England, it’s called something gay like “trifle””

OK, hold it right there, pardner.

My wife, Scottish Kate, makes the MEANEST sherry trifle southwest of Philadelphia.

There’s nothing “gay” about that.

And if you’re in Blighty, send Jaffa cakes, asap.

Well, if it’s that macho, she should call it “sherry slab of raw meat” or “sherry house brick.” Trifle. C’mon.

I’ve never had Jaffa cakes. Should I apply pressure to the shopping list?

Speak respectfully of trifle. It looks like silly floofy stuff, but it has booze. If the cook is feeling frisky, LOTS of booze. I once encountered a trifle that would have liquified in an earthquake, and had sat for a while meaning all the booze had sunk to the bottom, lurking. Guess who got served last? Guess who was part of the “entertainment” for the Burns Night Supper doing Scottish Dancing after dinner?

Hic.

(nobody was permanently injured, in case you were worried)

Hic. Bad Cat Robot—you are killing me!

I recall a similar incident during the election. Team Obama set up a TelePrompter for BHO’s appearance at a rodeo.
Don’t remember if there was a podium, though.

Jaffa Cakes are wicked awesome. Chocolate + marmalade in a biscuit. What’s not to like?

The marmalade. Heh. I dislike marmalade.

Racist!

I dislike marmalade, too. Partially because I don’t like the rind in the jam, but mostly from a traumatic childhood memory…Dearly departed mother loved marmalade, and served it to us often–until a friend told me there was snails in marmalade. No! It’s oranges! No, he said, it’s really snails, your mother just tells you it’s oranges to make you eat it. I was four or thereabouts. I would never touch it again, much to my mother’s frustration.

I actually frustrated her a lot, because I don’t like very much in the way of food.

I can’t wait for the next dipping opportunity. May the post-SOFT polls? Ahhhhh…….

make that SOTU

I cannot beLIEVE they’re doubling down on stupid, paul.

“Yes, sure, we hear you. And we’ll get to that economy thing RIGHT after we ram this hugely unpopular, staggeringly expensive bill down your throat, ‘k?”

If I may be so bold, you do posess a couple of round things that could be pudding-dipped. Feel free to ask those closest to you to assist in post-dipping cleanup.

Yeah, Hound, but the last time I dipped my elbows in pudding, it ruined my shirt and got all over the couch cover.