Here it is. I hope it was even more worth waiting for than your health teacher wanted you to believe married sex was. Sorry for the crappy photo instead of scan–I’ll replace this one with a nice scanned image when I put up the new one next week. Also I just realized I forgot to paint in the beer I’m holding.
Independence day is the holiday that I hate to love. I grew up in a household where we had a special dip (or several) for every holiday, so I can’t resist an excuse to shove a chip into something fattening. I like to keep it tacky for the fourth and stir onion soup mix into sour cream (tofutti faux sour cream actually) and make something that my family called “California Dip” to make it sound more classy, like calling your burnt toast “California brown.” It’s always delicious, except that this year I accidentally bought a soup mix with powdered milk in it and accidentally fed it to a pretty vegan. I am sorry, lady.
I hope you all did it up right this weekend.
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July 7, 2009 at 5:26 pm
All fifty states help
To toss Uncle Sam’s salad…
Just don’t call it gay!
July 8, 2009 at 12:09 pm
It wasn’t your fault. I was the one that shoved it in front of her demanding that she eat because it was vegan and delicious.