Today I opened up a can....of Progressive New England Clam Chowder for lunch. I fear it may kill me. I will be adding it to my list of "things that make me want to hurl by the mere mention of its name". In case you were wondering: Hot dogs top that list. It all stems from an unfortunate incident involving a tainted hot dog at a Judas Priest concert in the late eighties. I don't even like to talk about it. It was brutal. If you don't hear from me; I fell in.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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Funny...my husband loves New England Clam Chowder from a can. I can barely say the name without getting all sorts of ill.
Regarding your aversion to hot dogs...I experienced the same sort of incident at a Rolling Stones concert in the early 90s. But it related more to a red fruity drink called Falcon Fever, so I'm not sure if that qualifies as the same.
Hello! Hello! Are you there? I fear the clams got to you.
lulu~ Hey! I went to the Rolling Stones concert in the early 90's. Wonder if it was the same tour.
jck~ I'm much better today. I never actually got ill. It just laid in my stomach and caused writhing.
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