I was reading about the Whig Party and how they were formed partly from refugees from the Anti-Masonic Party. That seems like an oddly specific party, especially now that I’m so used to political parties being so general they stand for little to nothing.
In my experience, the ones that are SUPPOSED to be edible usually aren’t. Looks good, though. Now, serving ice cream in the carved out bowl of a cantaloupe? THATS’s the way to go!
We haven’t gone quite this far, but my wife and I have both looked for our phones all over the place only to find it in some obvious place. I’m sure we’re the only ones who do that.
This came out of a conversation with a family member about restaurants and how they all have SO MANY menu options now. We were remembering restaurants from long ago that served, basically, one thing. Maybe a variant or two on that thing.
My first thought was a “feeling down” joke that might have been inappropriate. I like this one better. And since Flatfoot’s girlfriend is a chicken, that kind of ruined the first joke, anyway.
