tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post6501697585939168547..comments2008-04-17T16:39:42.080-04:00Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448630271696239noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-12988765295320537442008-04-17T16:39:00.000-04:002008-04-17T16:39:00.000-04:002008-04-17T16:39:00.000-04:00

You know, it's rough for a kid when their parents pull them in opposite directions...the dad says "pop", the mom says "soda", and the kid has to choose. I'm still emotionally scarred by being tugged like that during my childhood, and even today I have trouble when talking about pop...I mean soda...sorry dad, I meant pop, you know I don't like choosing between you and mom! Why can I never do

Doug Waltershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03064547652967055670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-71155088635369280232008-04-17T16:19:00.000-04:002008-04-17T16:19:00.000-04:002008-04-17T16:19:00.000-04:00

That map is awesome (nice HTML tagging for that link, too).I usually say soda, but Mitch used the word pop and it's his bit.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451700041960283072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-65278717153735737422008-04-17T15:48:00.000-04:002008-04-17T15:48:00.000-04:002008-04-17T15:48:00.000-04:00

Jay,You do realize you are going against type for your neck of the woods, don't you?You referred to carbonated beverages as 'pop' when this map clearly shows you are in 'soda' country.

Reality_Basednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-24842769058204077622008-04-17T14:55:00.000-04:002008-04-17T14:55:00.000-04:002008-04-17T14:55:00.000-04:00

Awesome. With enough notice, I'll have your Mr. Pibb next time.But as Mitch Hedberg pointed out, Mr. Pibb is B.S. knock-off of Dr. Pepper. Dude didn't even get his degree. You couldn't wait until you graduated to make pop?

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448630271696239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-79660322890186190452008-04-17T13:23:00.000-04:002008-04-17T13:23:00.000-04:002008-04-17T13:23:00.000-04:00

Jay - food was great. We got the wing sampler, Texas burger, cheese fries, and my daughter got the grilled cheese. Great stuff. Your guy behind the counter let my wife sample the sauces before she ordered. Very nice group of people working there. I'd recommend your place to anybody.And the Funyons were cooked to my specifications, yes. Disappointed that there was no Mr. Pibb, but I'll live ;0)I

Doug Waltershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03064547652967055670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-16105485716722490952008-04-17T13:06:00.000-04:002008-04-17T13:06:00.000-04:002008-04-17T13:06:00.000-04:00

Doug, sorry I missed you yesterday!How was everything? Were the Funyons done to your taste?

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448630271696239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7766940435328079657.post-44793300251571224132008-04-17T10:58:00.000-04:002008-04-17T10:58:00.000-04:002008-04-17T10:58:00.000-04:00

Gary,Sure the dems offer tortured answers to questions. They must do this since they simply cannot tell the truth without feeling a lot of pain. Pain hurts, so they soon learn to lie about their beliefs without blinking an eye. If they told the truth it would sound something like:- I think we need to do away with guns. Get used to it, rubes.- I think most people in flyover country are rubes

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