“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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Ladies and gentlemen, our “winner”: organ meats/offal! Lima beans went down without much of a fight, surprisingly (they only scratched out 19% of the vote).
Huge thanks to Keckler, as always, and to you guys for reading, voting, and commenting so colorfully and hilariously. Stay tuned for a face-off between all the onomatopoetic hoarf sounds!
I’ve (re-)discovered a few things over the course of the recent Days Of Rage. Some of them are great!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lonely girl in possession of a library card must be in want of a twin. The child who spends a lot of time in books also spends …
Fantastic contest! And once the pile of books/ebooks I already own gets whittled down a bit, Suffering Succotash gets added in. It’s already on my wishlist!
Although I actually like liver, there are far more organ meats than that, each more repulsive than the last. So I ended up voting for them, instead of the hideous, misbegotten evil that is a lima bean.
My mystification that green peppers went down so early (huhhyaaak) prepared me for disappointment that perfectly tasty foods would take the crown. To all the people that voted against green pepps and lima beans, well, I hope you’re happy. You may all have my portions of those wretched, retching ‘foods’.
Still, in the name of good sportsmanship, congratulations on a spirited and lively competition! I’ll take my kidneys and be on my way. ;)
Raisins are still the winner in the Nation’s heart, though.
“Variety meats” – oddly evocative euphemism, that. Variety shows in the seventies were also awful, in their spangly, silver lamé way.
3, 2, 1 … All together now: “Shut up, raisins!”