WHAT MUSTARD IS GOOD FOR

So my apartment mate was wondering whether one could market a candy called "green mucus"? She also mentioned "sick ass arse", and then happily speculated that her siblings would pretend not to have any idea how their little sister got rich. She also, in passing, wondered how many zits per square inch was the record for popping.

Now, I've had a long day. This is what I came home for?

As a totally Aspy Lowell High School graduate, she considers such things very scientifically exciting and worthwhile. As an Aspy graduate of the Hertog Jan College, I acknowledge the worthwhileness of the curiosity, but will not pursue it in any way at all. Being much more interested in a sportscaster play by play of a hotdog eating contest done in Latin.
Have to put classical studies to use somehow.


Ad quintum farcimen est, progreditur!


And the crowd goes wild. In Roman fashion. Cheering, loudly chanting the name of the champion, soiling their togas. Magna turba admiratorum! Exultatio maxima!
I'm rather fond of farcimina carnis. It's why Rome invaded Germany.

Naturally I flunked Latin, but got top grades in German.
Sausages.

In Germany, as everybody knows, the streets are paved with sausages. It's why the English invaded them during the war. They had endured rationing for five years, and English food is bloody awful to begin with, so you can well imagine what they had faced for so long.

This was years before the English had started importing people from India who knew how to cook. They were quite desperate. Which is logical and understandable.

On work days I eat lunch from the nearby Kwik-E Mart.
Trust me, I am familiar with desperation.
Hoffnungslosigkeit.



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