Columbus Day Open Thread
We’re on a school calendar around here so no posts today. For those of you trapped at your desk today, though, feel free to amuse yourselves in the open thread. ‘Til tomorrow then…
We’re on a school calendar around here so no posts today. For those of you trapped at your desk today, though, feel free to amuse yourselves in the open thread. ‘Til tomorrow then…
“My mother was born in Danzig”
I went on a celebrity cruise there once.
They called it Danzig With the Stars.
What happened to the house porn around here today??
All there is, is talk of meatballs.
Not to quibble over a seemingly small matter, Biff, but, really, there is no such place as “Rhode Island” (and, even if there was, I doubt spaghetti and meatballs was invented there). Are you perchance speaking of the “State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations”?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
To America, I meant!
“Rhode Islands are chickens.”
Next topic, who came first, the chicken or his wife?
My mother was born in Danzig which was Germany before WWI, a free city between the wars, and now Gdansk in Poland.
Dang. This would have been a good day to go to the movies.
I’m pretty sure Ditto repeated what I said at 11:56 am.
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.