Things you should NEVER do in a bar.

[Bubba Dawg]

Okay, this is inspired by the 40 things a drunk should do before dying thread.

This is an oldie but goodie.

NEVER order a frozen drink in a bar that serves pickled pigs feet.

Also, NEVER hide Peter Lorre.

[Gingersnap]

Okay, this is inspired by the 40 things a drunk should do before dying thread.

This is an oldie but goodie.

NEVER order a frozen drink in a bar that serves pickled pigs feet.

Also, NEVER hide Peter Lorre.

The eggs - don't eat them. I don't care what that other list says.

And absolutely don't eat one and do maybe 3 shots and then ride around in a pickup with no real suspension. :(

[Cold Warrior]

Never order a VB in a Toohey's pub (ask Sonna). :D

[Bubba Dawg]

The eggs - don't eat them. I don't care what that other list says.

And absolutely don't eat one and do maybe 3 shots and then ride around in a pickup with no real suspension. :(

In the Anderson Independent newspaper (SC) about a year ago, there was a story about an attempted robbery in a very small 'snack shop' type store. No one was hit, but there was a wild blaze of gunfire in both directions (owner/clerk and perpetrator). As I said, no one was hit but 'several' large jars of 'pickled pigs feet' and 'pickled eggs' were hit. The mess, the smell, the sight, and the clean-up had to be spectacular.

All you folks who don't live in the South just don't know wot you're missing.

Guns. Violence. Trotters.

Haute Damn.

[Gingersnap]

In the Anderson Independent newspaper (SC) about a year ago, there was a story about an attempted robbery in a very small 'snack shop' type store. No one was hit, but there was a wild blaze of gunfire in both directions (owner/clerk and perpetrator). As I said, no one was hit but 'several' large jars of 'pickled pigs feet' and 'pickled eggs' were hit. The mess, the smell, the sight, and the clean-up had to be spectacular.

All you folks who don't live in the South just don't know wot you're missing.

Guns. Violence. Trotters.

Haute Damn.

I went for the egg in the spirit of spontaneous experimentation. I draw the line at pig's feet. Mr. Snaps eats them. I expect that he'll hook up with Philly one day over their mutual admiration for scrapple or as I term it - dog food.

[Bubba Dawg]

I went for the egg in the spirit of spontaneous experimentation. I draw the line at pig's feet. Mr. Snaps eats them. I expect that he'll hook up with Philly one day over their mutual admiration for scrapple or as I term it - dog food.

I like Spam. Is scrapple the same as head cheese? I don't know what it is.

So, Philly eats everything?

[Gingersnap]

I like Spam. Is scrapple the same as head cheese? I don't know what it is.

So, Philly eats everything?

Yeah, pretty much the same thing. She'll deny it but it's like quibbling over crack versus blow. You haven't lived until you've seen your saintlike grandmother pop the eyeball out of a pig head in the kitchen. :(

[Bubba Dawg]

Yeah, pretty much the same thing. She'll deny it but it's like quibbling over crack versus blow. You haven't lived until you've seen your saintlike grandmother pop the eyeball out of a pig head in the kitchen. :(

You got that right. I grew up on a farm. I've seen animals become meat. It is a painful process. I prefer to avert my eyes from the slaughter and enjoy the fruits of the process. BUT, I would have a difficult time raising a pig or calf to become meat.

I do love my bacon, though. And burgers.

[Gingersnap]

You got that right. I grew up on a farm. I've seen animals become meat. It is a painful process. I prefer to avert my eyes from the slaughter and enjoy the fruits of the process. BUT, I would have a difficult time raising a pig or calf to become meat.

I do love my bacon, though. And burgers.

We didn't raise hogs for money - just for the table. We traded them with the neighbors at slaughter time since all of the kids had played with them and fed them during the year. It was like a 4-H horror story.

Wasn't this thread about something more cheerful than putting down hogs?

[Bubba Dawg]

We didn't raise hogs for money - just for the table. We traded them with the neighbors at slaughter time since all of the kids had played with them and fed them during the year. It was like a 4-H horror story.

Wasn't this thread about something more cheerful than putting down hogs?

Trotters and bar, and now for something completely different.....

My father-in-law was a soldier in WW2. At Camp Shelby Mississippi he had a pass to go into town. First stop was a bar where he had a brew and an enormous pickled pig's foot. He went to take a bite and it slipped from his fingers and rolled down the front of his uniform shirt and pants. He had to take the bus back to camp before the MP's caught him and charged him with being out of uniform.

He loves to tell that story. I've heard it a hundred times.