A scandal of the fifties that only a few seem to remember is that the Doughboy once worked at a dairy. He dated a half 'n half, and she liked to be whipped til her peaks were stiff!
His friend Cool Whip made a short 8 mm movie, always asking strangers "howja like a pizza dat action?"

I think there's therapy for this, jetset! :D

Yeah, Jetset, talk to your the-rapist!

Ouch, ice cream about it now... anyway, the doughboy had some spiritual guidance at the dairy and came to love Cheeses.
Though there were rumors about Colby and Pepper Jack, things were homogenized. I cheddar at the thought that they were on meds, but being Swiss, Provolone chances were that some American had made trouble. Any old block could cream cheese..

tinkle tinkle Faina~ Dr. Beringer is now seeing new patients:), but first, he's making a Covey's Run somewhere.
My neighbor Sherry is married to a Brut, and usually has cham-pain. He drives a vintage car in our region, and had a crisp but oakey aroma about him. Their family is blended, the kids are sparkling and sweet, though the boy has an acidic tongue.
Ah Alaska, the best reds and whites state!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO no tinkling here, not yet!

What is the age of Depends, by the way?

Faina~ stop encouraging me. Girl, I just go with the flow..e z peezy.My college roomie always said I gotta p like a racehorse. You know urine trouble when even small tasks, such as rapid blinking, can cause an accident.
But do change frequently dear ones, since that cowboy swagger is not exactly flattering with summer capris on.
Gosh, this afternoon has just whizzed by!

In case you are wondering, I am resting comfortably at my summer place, the Chateau St. Michelle
Thanks you for letting me have some fun. I give the ball back. My fifteen minutes of fame are over. cheers, J.

I sent this thread to an elderly auntie, who used to be a milkmaid at the dairy where the doughboy worked as a young man.
She said that in those days, premature curdling was rarely discussed, and that for romance, all they really had in upstate New York was Niagara. It was up the little purple hill, and in the rare event that a complexion reddened for longer than four hours, it was always best to consult a doctor.

Apparently your 15 minutes aren't up yet, lol! :D

OMG Jetset! How in the heck do you come up with this stuff, LOL! :D :D

Just brings such a big smile to my face -- Thanks!

seetheworld~ because you have been so kind, I'll tell you, and this is hard..(deep breath and clutching my hankie)..
I used to be a crack addict... wheat, that is, but you understand my need to clarify at such an emotional time.
Even little Michael sang about the confusing days..
"Oooh, if you're thinking of being my butter, it don't matter if you're wheat or white, eee heeeee heee."

seetheworld~ for a test of your reflexes, try doing the moonwalk and sucking the cheese out of a calzone at the same time.
I sent the idea to Survivor and they said it would be tough. Amazing Race said they'd chew on it. Lost said it was a flash in the pan idea.
And Dough Boy was a man, with a real dough job and ho ho ho's.

Okay Jetset, I see that I am clearly your enabler here. ;) I must be have a pretty crappy week, huh?

Sucking the cheese out of a calzone? I think I did that once, many years ago. :D

Carry on.

OMG, jetset, you are hilarious! Ever considered doing stand up or how about greeting cards? . . . NEVER read any THIS funny!

Thanks for the laughs!

I think jetset is a closet comedian. Did you watch "Last Comic Standing" last night?

stw~ if you ever get up here to the mooselands, popover for a toast to the funsters. You'd never believe I was hooked on crack(ers).. anyway, we can put on the Ritz and I'll make my famous margaritas whilst we think of Fodor's roll models.
In quesadilla we don't meet, look for a hot tamale with Dr. Pepper. Jim will Beam and we will have protection from the grizzly beer who will be robin the cooler.

:D

BayouGal~ you are nice for saying that. I am a freelance writer and it's getting old trying to impress a woman who still wears a mullet and a smear of blood red lipstick to maintain the impression that she was never actually driving a cattle truck on the interstate.
Stand up? Well, then the relatives come into play, and they'd all have their chronically dry hands outstretched claiming they need a cut because of my references to their dumbness.
The younger sister of my dh has toes that are long enough to wrap around a Sequoia tree, the oldest looks like the HBO crypt keeper.
My solution is to be an amateur wine taster. All those antioxidants are cheaper than Botox.

The National Perspirer had an news item pertaining to our beloved and expired doughboy.
Seems like he had lived out his later years with the Michelin Man. Top drawer sources say they had been ranchers together back in the day. Doughboy was a multigrain with a nice basket, and everyone wanted a piece of him it seemed.
Michelin Man slipped off his treadmill and left a rather obvious skid mark when he injured his shoulder, with no time to spare. His wife, a former Goodyear, said they had enjoyed many good years together. On their honeymoon, they explored the Baltic region together and took frequent rotations.
Before a severe crash, he defied officer Hagar by proclaiming I CAN'T DRIVE 55.
His coworkers at the dairy were udderly shocked that he died at the sourdough age of 73. In dog years, that's 511 years, an enriched life anyway you slice it...