Huffy Flounce

No. Too obvious.

There's something we've never told you about "too obvious." Maybe it's time we told you. Here it is: too obvious is always funnier than something that's just a step to the left of too obvious. Why? Too obvious calls less attention to itself. A paradox? Maybe. But true.

Inconceivable.

What is baloney, really, and why is it also an expression of disbelief?

Baloney is a variant of bologna sausage.

As sausages go, baloney isn't very high in quality. I imagine that's why people say that something is baloney when it's crap.

So not reprocessed meat factory floor scrapings then?

Bananarama's Bouncy Bits wrote:Peter North I think.

Just a little tidbit here. This legend went to my old high school. He was famous for running track back then. Not so much now.

And since I'm here and want to learn some American, what is a turnpike? Is it found only in New Jersey?

It's a big fish that can't swim straight..... right?

Right now, baloney and hot dogs are the only meat Jubboiter will eat. She'll pick out everything else, no matter how small.

Scotia wrote:And since I'm here and want to learn some American, what is a turnpike? Is it found only in New Jersey?

I've actually just asked that question the other day (the one about the meaning of the word, not the part about Jersey), but was too lazy to look it up until now.

Apparently, a turnpike is the same thing as a toll road. According to Wikipedia, actual spiked barriers were used in ancient times on roads in order to prevent people from passing and to charge a toll. I would imagine that those spiked barriers were able to be rotated so that the travelers could pass once they paid.

Edit: Upon actually reading past the first couple of sentences in the Wikipedia entry, I noticed that my assumption was correct.

For some reason I thought a turnpike was an on-ramp of sorts. Like a big ass expressway with spaghetti lanes and multiple levels. Cool.

What are Twinkies, really, and why do I absolutely positively have to have one right now?

They're spongy, goo-filled, concentrated delight. Have a couple Twinkies, Dalty. If a man can get off a murder charge by claiming his addiction to Twinkies was so strong that he was left mentally impaired, they must be good. (This wasn't Dan White's [attorneys'] actual claim, but it's pretty to think it was.)

I have not been able to eat a Twinkie since the day my husband came home from touring a chemical plant (he inspected for insurance companies back then) and saw the proud display of their products, including Twinkie filling and the stuff that makes diapers absorbent.

That only makes me want Twinkies more.

They have whey, so I have to say "no whey."

I can get them in the UK via the mail. I dunno..... should I order?

Don't bother. The next time you come to St. Louis, I will meet you at the airport with Twinkies.

If you are standing at an airport with your Twinkie in your hand, I am turning round and getting the next flight home!!

Isn't St Louis on fire at the moment?

It won't be my Twinkie. It'll be your Twinkie. I'll just be holding it for you.

Jubbers will have to be the one who pays for it.

St. Louis is fine. Ferguson's on fire, maybe. Ferguson's about twenty miles north of our place.

20 miles is a long way to walk carrying Molotov cocktails. Hope that makes it OK.

It doesn't. Oklahoma isn't to the north of St. Louis. It's to the south and west.

I don't understand the geographical reference.