Peer pressure strikes again.

Taken from just about everybody...heh.

Ask me 3 questions, no more, no less. Three shall be the number of questions thou shalt ask, and the number of the asking shall be three. Four shalt thou not ask, neither ask thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Ask whatever you want, I'll answer it (or die trying).

Then go to your journal and copy/paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.

So...

Last night's dinner was an amusing one. I don't remember exactly, but somehow, Chas and I got to talking about SPAM and other foods typically associated with southerners and trailer parks. He'd had it before, growing up in Atlanta in the 60's, so we went to Big K (that's K-mart) and picked up some SPAM, vienna sausages, RC cola, and moonpies. We already had the eggs. Somehow we just knew we could find it all there. :P Actually, they didn't have moonpies by name, so we picked up "marshmallow pies" instead. Chas cooked it all for us. Jeebus Christ...the SPAM actually wasn't half bad. It was a bit too salty for me though. The vienna sausages weren't that bad either, but they were pretty mushy. I don't know what to think now. Am I bad for kinda liking SPAM?

Warm, fuzzy absurdity.

( Not nit not nit no not, Nit nit folly bololey )