I remember when my countrified rube of a third cousin happened upon one of my family’s gentle Sunday soirées at the local Country club and asked for something he called “jelly”. Which I can only assume is some low food made from the leavings of a roadkill opossum he found while stumbling home from some dusty barn dance, soused to the gills on his “lightning water”.
Would You Please Pass the Jelly?
Would You Please Pass the Jelly?
Would You Please Pass the Jelly?
I remember when my countrified rube of a third cousin happened upon one of my family’s gentle Sunday soirées at the local Country club and asked for something he called “jelly”. Which I can only assume is some low food made from the leavings of a roadkill opossum he found while stumbling home from some dusty barn dance, soused to the gills on his “lightning water”.