The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for February 12, 2015
February 11, 2015
February 13, 2015
Transcript:
Wilberforce: Hey, Mom, what's for dinner?
Gladys: Something yummy that you're going to love!
Wilberforce: Every time she talks like that, it ends up being something like liver and onions!
The closest I’ve come to liver and onions in the past 25 years is liverwurst – on a bagel. It’s just not the same. I’m tempted to triple my dose of Lipitor for one day and have another go at it.
Back when I was in grad school, I was engaged to be an accompanist for a friend at a fellowship near the campus. On a day off from classes, she asked me over to her apartment and volunteered to make lunch. “Anything you don’t like?” she asked. “Liver,” I replied. “OK,” she said, “I’ll make liver and onions.” “And you won’t have an accompanist,” I retorted. I forget what we had, just that it wasn’t liver and onions. But when I walked into the dining hall for dinner that evening, I had to stop at the entry to the line and laugh myself silly: U was serving liver and onions. I went for the cheeseburger station.
Pharmakeus Ubik over 9 years ago
Throw in some bacon, and lashings of ginger beer and we’ll give it a go.
flyertom over 9 years ago
The closest I’ve come to liver and onions in the past 25 years is liverwurst – on a bagel. It’s just not the same. I’m tempted to triple my dose of Lipitor for one day and have another go at it.
ChessPirate over 9 years ago
I used to like liver and onions. I used to like a lot of things…
LV1951 over 9 years ago
<3 liver & onions!
Argy.Bargy2 over 9 years ago
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JoePhan over 9 years ago
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aerilim over 9 years ago
What’s wrong with liver and onions?
hugh57 over 9 years ago
Don’t be hatin’ on liver & onions!!
qahars over 9 years ago
I am getting a scroll of BONDS womens underwear and as a male find that very distracting, in GOOD way. Is that sexist and bad?
K M over 9 years ago
Back when I was in grad school, I was engaged to be an accompanist for a friend at a fellowship near the campus. On a day off from classes, she asked me over to her apartment and volunteered to make lunch. “Anything you don’t like?” she asked. “Liver,” I replied. “OK,” she said, “I’ll make liver and onions.” “And you won’t have an accompanist,” I retorted. I forget what we had, just that it wasn’t liver and onions. But when I walked into the dining hall for dinner that evening, I had to stop at the entry to the line and laugh myself silly: U was serving liver and onions. I went for the cheeseburger station.