This is the funniest thing I had read in quite a while… http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/16/costco-protects-palin-fro_n_394694.html Thats OK, no tomatoes? Aisle 62 has oranges :lol:
Vic, Tomatoes are firm - almost unripe - in some food hall over here so generally eggs or ink seems to be preferred.
I was thinking at the Tomato festival in Spain people getting hit with soggy tomatoes look like they are actually having fun, so to remove the potentially soft nerfish hit from a squishy tomato was surprising, especially considering the ready availablity in a Costco of more firmer fodder for Sarah salutations…like oranges, potatoes, canned tomatoes or automotive tools. :lol: PS I talked to someone who went to the lesser known orange throwing festival in Ivrea, Italy and they said they would never ever do anything like that again, because while getting hit with a tomato is messy but soft, getting hit with a orange is like getting hit by a baseball!! :o
Tomatoes soften as they get overripe. Citrus tends to get considerably harder. Perhaps the orange throwing festival may not have been as well thought out as it should have been. Hint - when the folks in Ivrea look for their take on Pamplona’s running of the bulls, just stay away…
Later,
K
There’s other pelting stock at Costco besides tomatoes. Maybe a cocoa nut?
Victor Smith said:
This is the funniest thing I had read in quite a while...http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/16/costco-protects-palin-fro_n_394694.html
Thats OK, no tomatoes? Aisle 62 has oranges :lol:
Can anyone else say, “angry mob” or as they say in Copenhagen (http://tinyurl.com/yatv67e) “en ilsken folkmassa”?
The Danes do have a way with words.
Oh, I thot it was Micheal Palin. I thought “what’s he done to upset anyone?”
When I was but a young sprog in uniform, the Queen used to send me to the lovely province of Ulster, where the delightful inhabitants used to regale us with all kinds of peltations [is that a word? Well, it is now]. An average celebration of our mutual regard involved them hurling petrol bombs, Molotov cocktails, nail bombs, bags of excrement [animal and human] and bottles of pi$$.
The grown-ups were even worse…
tac
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Terry A de C Foley said:
When I was but a young sprog in uniform, the Queen used to send me to the lovely province of Ulster, where the delightful inhabitants used to regale us with all kinds of peltations [is that a word? Well, it is now]. An average celebration of our mutual regard involved them hurling petrol bombs, Molotov cocktails, nail bombs, bags of excrement [animal and human] and bottles of pi$$.The grown-ups were even worse…
tac
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When I was a young hard-bodied trooper full of vim and vinegar, we didn’t experience the ‘peltations’ until we got home off the airplane by our neighbors.
The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.
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David Hill said:
When I was a young hard-bodied trooper full of vim and vinegar, we didn't experience the 'peltations' until we got home off the airplane by our neighbors.The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.
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Seems like we’ve both been there, brother, but by slightly different routes - like you, these were my own people…
Take care
tac
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