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Aug. 24th, 2010 10:27 pmomg, with the memes again. wtf, self?
Sorry, I have fic coming, promise.
Until then... stolen from someone on the flist...
Go to google and type in "you know you're from [state]" and bold the things that apply to you
( you know you're from Pennsylvania if... )
I am so embarrassed by all the language ones. I say all those things if you get me especially shitfaced and around someone from PA. It's awful. I start sounding all PA Dutch when I've worked so hard to get that crap outta me.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kerryblaze - don't even try this the next time we get together. I will hurt you :P
And I really miss chicken corn soup from a firehall. Like bad. Like bad enough that I'm actually talking about a "food trip" with my mum wherein we visit tons of our favorite food places and eat and eat and eat and eat.
Funny story tying in to You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips,pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or that packages turkeys, beans, or bologna.
I grew up in farming country near Carlisle, PA. For a school field trip in third grade, we went to a cemetery to see the Molly Pitcher Memorial. Did I mention the fact that there was an entire group of small children being dragged through a cemetery? Then, for lunch, we walked across the street to the Kunzler Hot Dog Factory where we got to watch them grind up the beef (they had artwork featuring farm animals hanging on the walls, too. So, just in case you weren't certain what they were grinding up, there were cute little pictures of pigs, chickens and cows on the walls as helpful reminders), "slide" it into the intestinal sheaths before steaming them and then the factory manager trooped us all upstairs where we got to eat the hot dogs we just watched get made.
Not only did I have one of the worst field trips ever, but I didn't eat hot dogs for years afterwards. It was that traumatic. What's the worst field trip you ever had? Let's compare childhood traumas.
Sorry, I have fic coming, promise.
Until then... stolen from someone on the flist...
Go to google and type in "you know you're from [state]" and bold the things that apply to you
( you know you're from Pennsylvania if... )
I am so embarrassed by all the language ones. I say all those things if you get me especially shitfaced and around someone from PA. It's awful. I start sounding all PA Dutch when I've worked so hard to get that crap outta me.
kerryblaze - don't even try this the next time we get together. I will hurt you :PAnd I really miss chicken corn soup from a firehall. Like bad. Like bad enough that I'm actually talking about a "food trip" with my mum wherein we visit tons of our favorite food places and eat and eat and eat and eat.
Funny story tying in to You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips,pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or that packages turkeys, beans, or bologna.
I grew up in farming country near Carlisle, PA. For a school field trip in third grade, we went to a cemetery to see the Molly Pitcher Memorial. Did I mention the fact that there was an entire group of small children being dragged through a cemetery? Then, for lunch, we walked across the street to the Kunzler Hot Dog Factory where we got to watch them grind up the beef (they had artwork featuring farm animals hanging on the walls, too. So, just in case you weren't certain what they were grinding up, there were cute little pictures of pigs, chickens and cows on the walls as helpful reminders), "slide" it into the intestinal sheaths before steaming them and then the factory manager trooped us all upstairs where we got to eat the hot dogs we just watched get made.
Not only did I have one of the worst field trips ever, but I didn't eat hot dogs for years afterwards. It was that traumatic. What's the worst field trip you ever had? Let's compare childhood traumas.
