markinlondon
Elmar user
It's on the BBC, so it must be true.
http://tinyurl.com/7bzhz
This guy seems to be taking the idea a bit literally, though
Mark
http://tinyurl.com/7bzhz
This guy seems to be taking the idea a bit literally, though
Mark
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Frank Granovski
Guest
That's the 'North American Free Trade' for ya! Time to move to NZ or Cuba.
aterlecki
Established
Polaroid cameras in Cuba are a massive hit. I took mine (actually a Fuji Instax Mini) to give instant photos to the locals. I think it's better doing that than trying to promise to send them a photo and having to manage addresses etc. Anyway the minute they get their first photo you've made a friend and from there it's amazing how doors open to places you otherwise wouldn't get into.Frank Granovski said:That's the 'North American Free Trade' for ya! Time to move to NZ or Cuba.
Michael I.
Well-known
also all people who like pickles,would die.
fgianni
Trainee Amateur
Michael I. said:
It is even worse, also all people who doesn't like pickles would die, eventually.
Michael I.
Well-known
Even pickles die, and the ones that have been bad throughout their lives served as beer side dishes for eternity.
fgianni
Trainee Amateur
Michael I. said:
While of course the ones that have been good reincarnate as beer side dishes for eternity.
Gabriel M.A.
My Red Dot Glows For You
Wait, I thought the bad ones came back as unproperly fried chips (real chips, as in fish & chips). You see, chips on this side of the pond... aw, foggedabodditfgianni said:
Allen Gilman
Well-known
Where the hell's my pickle? Anybody seen my pickle? Ah, there it...
Yokosuka Mike
Abstract Clarity
There was a time when a pickled egg, a pickled pigs foot and a pickled pickle could be had at a bar with a beer and a shot.
All the best,
Mike
All the best,
Mike
Dan
Let's Sway
We are all in a pickle.
Out to Lunch
Ventor
Good riddance to the pickled pig foot. Cheers, OtL
Retro-Grouch
Veteran
Oh, the pickled pig's foot! As delectable as it is disgusting! A metaphor for so many things...
agentlossing
Well-known
I haven't had pickled beets in a while, that sounds really good.
peterm1
Veteran
It's on the BBC, so it must be true.
http://*******.com/7bzhz
This guy seems to be taking the idea a bit literally, though
Mark
"It's on the BBC, so it must be true."
When it comes to the BBC I work on the opposite premis.
Though I presume you are being ironic and may feel the same way.
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
This zombie is old enough to get it's driver's license in most US states.
Phil Forrest
Phil Forrest
Hari
Well-known
markinlondon: please repost link. It shows ***** for http
Out to Lunch
Ventor
Delicious!
Yokosuka Mike
Abstract Clarity
I’m sure everyone has a pig’s foot story, I know that I do.
In the early ‘90s I was working on a big project in Sasebo Japan. As the job was winding down (after six months) and it was clear that we would be successful, thoughts soon turned to an end of project party. Some of our Japanese coworkers set up a party at a restaurant in town and I asked them what kind of restaurant it was? They said “pigs feet”. I thought it was a joke. The night of the party we all showed up and were taken to the party room. Tatami mat floor, long table, about 18 of us in attendance and the food was brought in. Platters stacked high with pigs feet. Pigs feet that had been roasted in a brick oven. Pigs feet that had been marinated in soy sauce, vinegar and garlic.
I’d never eaten pigs feet. I’d never considered eating pigs feet. I had no desire to eat pigs feet. Sometimes a man has to do things that he doesn't want to do… I ate a pig's foot!
Holy guacamole! It was fantastic! It was the best damn thing I’d ever eaten! The party raged on… cold beer, pigs feet, more cold beer, more pigs feet… heaven on earth!
I went back to that restaurant many times after that night. You have to go early, the pigs feet sell out quickly. Life is funny, life is wonderful, and pigs feet are delicious!
All the best,
Mike
In the early ‘90s I was working on a big project in Sasebo Japan. As the job was winding down (after six months) and it was clear that we would be successful, thoughts soon turned to an end of project party. Some of our Japanese coworkers set up a party at a restaurant in town and I asked them what kind of restaurant it was? They said “pigs feet”. I thought it was a joke. The night of the party we all showed up and were taken to the party room. Tatami mat floor, long table, about 18 of us in attendance and the food was brought in. Platters stacked high with pigs feet. Pigs feet that had been roasted in a brick oven. Pigs feet that had been marinated in soy sauce, vinegar and garlic.
I’d never eaten pigs feet. I’d never considered eating pigs feet. I had no desire to eat pigs feet. Sometimes a man has to do things that he doesn't want to do… I ate a pig's foot!
Holy guacamole! It was fantastic! It was the best damn thing I’d ever eaten! The party raged on… cold beer, pigs feet, more cold beer, more pigs feet… heaven on earth!
I went back to that restaurant many times after that night. You have to go early, the pigs feet sell out quickly. Life is funny, life is wonderful, and pigs feet are delicious!
All the best,
Mike
Rick Waldroup
Well-known
Mike, I remember my Dad eating pigs feet. I never could bring myself to try it. Thanks for the story. That was great.