Should have nominated Rush,... that would have put him in quite the pickle... has to disagree with Obama, but would like to be in charge of shaping the future of American law... quite the pickle indeed...

From left-wing blogger David Frum's website... " What kind of a man eats his hamburger without ketchup? That was the big question yesterday on talk radio, after President Obama visited an Arlington, Virginia, hamburger place on Tuesday and ordered his burger with spicy mustard.

First answer: Texans.

Texans traditionally eat hamburgers with mustard or with mayonnaise (or with both), but without ketchup. This is simply called a “hamburger” in Texas, but is sometimes called a “Cowboy Burger” or a “Texas Burger” outside of Texas.

A hamburger with ketchup is sometimes called a “Yankee Burger.” A hamburger with mayonnaise is sometimes called a “Sissy Burger.”

Dirty Martin’s (in Austin since 1926) serves hamburgers with mustard, pickles, onions, and tomatoes, but it is not known when this combination began. The popular Texas “Whataburger” hamburger chain has served hamburgers with mustard from its founding (1950). The hamburger-with-mustard combination in Texas is attested at least from the 1950s, but the pre-1950s hamburger condiments cannot be firmly established.

Second answer: Republicans. A 2000 survey of members of Congress by the National Hot Dog Council found that 73% of Republican lawmakers preferred mustard to ketchup, as opposed to 47% of Democratic lawmakers.

Final answer: traditionalists. Louis' Lunch in New Haven, Connecticut, the restaurant widely believed to have served the first hamburgers ever made in the United States, absolutely forbids ketchup.

Next question?"

He asked for it with nothing else on it, no lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, onions, or pickles.

Therefore, by not having anything else on his burger, he's not supporting the American produce farmers, and therefore hates America.

Am I right?

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sorry griefer_queafer. the original wasn't tagged appropriately with "pickle" or "pickles" (i just changed the tags though). that's probably why you didn't see it when you submitted.

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Ha! "Your gonna have to confront yours, youre gonna have to see a pickle."

Almost as good as "Electricity makes the pickle glow, therefore JESUS."

Am glad you enjoyed tossing my salad.

In reply to this comment by blankfist:
I wanted to stop by to let you know I think your butthole smells like pickled feet soaked with boiled bologna. And I wish I was there to laugh at you for having such a smelly butthole.

I wanted to stop by to let you know I think your butthole smells like pickled feet soaked with boiled bologna. And I wish I was there to laugh at you for having such a smelly butthole.

Luckily I wrote this out for somebody a few days ago:

When I was still fairly new in the air and about 22 years old, I was flying from Montreal to Winnipeg by myself in a rented Cessna as part of my pilot training. Because a Cessna 172 goes about 200 KPH and has enough fuel for four hours maximum, and the total distance was over 2,000 km, this meant many hours of flight and a lot of fuel stops.

Nearing the Quebec-Ontario border, I landed in Val d'Or to refuel and get a new weather briefing for my route. I called the weather service and they said I could probably expect to get to Timmins, ON, an hour away, without the three thousand foot ceiling coming down on me. I took off and flew west, and after about half an hour, it sure as hell did.

A hard rain drummed so intensely on my wings that it drowned out the loud drone of the engine and the cloudbase fell rapidly so that I couldn't see far at all. I had just passed Rouyn-Noranda with its airport and I turned back towards it, but by the time I was over downtown the weather made it so I couldn't see the airport anymore even though it was only four miles away. At the time I wasn't qualified to fly by instruments only and I was already in a pickle, and if the weather lowered much more then I would be basically blind and with diminishing hopes of getting to terra firma since only helicopters can land without at least a bit of forward visibility.

I was on the radio with the unicom operator at the airport, but as with most medium-small airports, he was no air-traffic controller, basically just a guy with a radio and a couple other gizmos but no radar and no real training when it came to helping a pilot in trouble -- which I was on the verge of becoming.

I was beginning to fly a sort of ersatz search pattern looking for the airport and I was starting to just head for whatever lights I could see through the darkening fog but they kept turning out to be this farm or that one and the weather seemed to be getting worse, with its attendant visibility loss and my odds slowly but steadily falling off more yet. It was a bit like going 100 on the freeway in fog when you can only see one second in front of you but no way to really slow down or otherwise make things safer. The rainclouds were creeping into the cockpit, damp and cold, and I couldn't help thinking it was the kind of air you find in a tomb.

Then all at once the next cluster of lights turned out to be the Noranda airport and I shouted my glee and relief over the radio. The landing itself was utterly simple and I taxiied to the apron and got out and got wet in the steady rain as I tied the airplane down. As I was finishing up, the rain came down much harder and the sky fell much more and I thanked God I wasn't still up there because getting down without a crash would've been twice as hard. I visited the stubby aerie where the unicom guy sat alone -- we were about the same age -- and I thanked him for his help and hung out for a little while, unwinding, before I called a cab to take me to a hotel in town.

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sorry...

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Bwahahaha... nice.

In reply to this comment by peggedbea:
single mom is a dish best served cold and bitter. like gazpacho with 2 tablespoons of mylanta-to neutralize the acidity of the tomato and soothe all the stomach ulcers.

i would also enjoy some refried illegal immigrant, and pickled dead beat dad.

single mom is a dish best served cold and bitter. like gazpacho with 2 tablespoons of mylanta-to neutralize the acidity of the tomato and soothe all the stomach ulcers.

i would also enjoy some refried illegal immigrant, and pickled dead beat dad.