Hate how commercial the Olympics is. Here, we have someone in the spotlight on the international stage, shilling for Big Parma.
Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
Shocked your location says "Connecticut" and not "Wisconsin"; have to presume it's your favorite vacation spot instead.
Rallick wrote:Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
Shocked your location says "Connecticut" and not "Wisconsin"; have to presume it's your favorite vacation spot instead.
I do have Wisconsin on my list of places to visit. You have to understand, though, that while I live in the US, I am actually Dutch. You know we have a complicated relationship with cheese. It's practically in our DNA.
Hate how commercial the Olympics is. Here, we have someone in the spotlight on the international stage, shilling for Big Parma.
Ain't no joke: The Gold in This Italian Bank Is Actually 430,000 Wheels of Parmesan
Housed in a high-security complex surrounded by barbed wire, the bank, known locally as Credem, holds some 430,000 wheels of Parmigiano-Reggiano made by farmers in the area. The stacks sit 20 wheels high and are carefully monitored. Credem staffers regularly clean, rotate, prick, and even taste each wheel.
All told, these assets are reportedly worth around €190 million.
MilkmanDanimal wrote:Rallick wrote:Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
Shocked your location says "Connecticut" and not "Wisconsin"; have to presume it's your favorite vacation spot instead.
I do have Wisconsin on my list of places to visit. You have to understand, though, that while I live in the US, I am actually Dutch. You know we have a complicated relationship with cheese. It's practically in our DNA.
The Dutch national color being orange has nothing to do with history or rulers, and everything to do with the color of cheese rind.
The Dutch national color being orange has nothing to do with history or rulers, and everything to do with the color of cheese rind.
Stop getting me all hot and bothered with that dirty talk!
Ranger Rick wrote:Hate how commercial the Olympics is. Here, we have someone in the spotlight on the international stage, shilling for Big Parma.
Ain't no joke: The Gold in This Italian Bank Is Actually 430,000 Wheels of Parmesan
Housed in a high-security complex surrounded by barbed wire, the bank, known locally as Credem, holds some 430,000 wheels of Parmigiano-Reggiano made by farmers in the area. The stacks sit 20 wheels high and are carefully monitored. Credem staffers regularly clean, rotate, prick, and even taste each wheel.
All told, these assets are reportedly worth around €190 million.
I think James May visits here in Our Man in Italy.
Ranger Rick wrote:Hate how commercial the Olympics is. Here, we have someone in the spotlight on the international stage, shilling for Big Parma.
Ain't no joke: The Gold in This Italian Bank Is Actually 430,000 Wheels of Parmesan
Housed in a high-security complex surrounded by barbed wire, the bank, known locally as Credem, holds some 430,000 wheels of Parmigiano-Reggiano made by farmers in the area. The stacks sit 20 wheels high and are carefully monitored. Credem staffers regularly clean, rotate, prick, and even taste each wheel.
All told, these assets are reportedly worth around €190 million.
Semi related, there is a Canadian Maple Syrup cartel/OPEC like organization.
Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
I see someone has been reading Rudy Rucker!
(This joke is very funny if you've read the Ware Tetralogy, and probably not to everyone else.)
Rallick wrote:Just goes to prove that sex sells. And by sex I mean cheese. Which explains a lot about my sex life, come to think of it.
I see someone has been reading Rudy Rucker!
(This joke is very funny if you've read the Ware Tetralogy, and probably not to everyone else.)
It me, I'm that.
Man, I gotta go back an re-read that trilogy.
BAH. This sucks with a phone.
Title this for me, Kings Canyon National Park, CA, USA
goals
If you're a Jonman, that should be titled "a random summer Saturday done well"
Wholesome!
Oof, that last one hits home for me. Getting old sucks so hard, but I guess it beats the alternative.
Getting young?
Getting young?
Not getting older (i.e. dying)
Facts.
That quote from George Santayana (which is paraphrased here) featured prominently in the classroom of one of my favorite HS teachers.
He would probably sadly agree with that cartoon.
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