Originally Posted by
Virgil K. Saari
Why would Sen. Webb steal a Minnesotan's property and then try to engorge (as if producing foie gras) a sad choice from the Minnesotan's pass of Assinine-Americans with these objects (conjones*-whatever they might be)?
Sen. Webb has this ability to force feed a Minnesotan's donkey with some sort of objects; but, why would a Virginian be so inclined? Perhaps, Mr. M&L or Ms. Genser being closer to the Old Dominion would explain this cultural practice. Do peoples near the Potomac relish donkey grease as the French would a confit? Does a diet of conjones make an Assinine-American's liver engorge? Is this a patriotic (post 9-11) play to make Our Commercial Republic self sufficient in victuals in some way?
I fear I have an unrecognized ignorance of Blue Zone coastal cuisine! Help!!!
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Are *these corn pone (or grits)? I think we have ruled out their being changeling children (ie. conjouns).
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Perhaps "rippin off your conjones" is some sort of theft of intellectual property rights such as a bootleg MP3 copy of a Spike (or Davy) Jones musical presentation via some sort of download by the junior Senator from the Commonwealth.
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The aged parent is quite sure that Mr. Webb has the ability to confiscate Our fellow North Star Stater's Hispanic rabbits (conejo) and insert them into the internal cavity of a donkey in order to produce a Tidewater version of the Turducken (a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken). It must be a Southern dish of only local favor.
If you're that intrigue, I suggest you shift your love of the bovine to a turn with the bovidae. You may come to relish Rocky Mountain Oysters.
Last edited by playwrite; 12-07-2007 at 04:39 PM.
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