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Originally Posted by Fugee
Hank, I'll see your rube upbringing and raise you.
I never saw a pepper mill until I was in college and visiting my roommate's family. They took us to eat at their country club and there was a pepper mill on the table. I picked it up and was turning the top trying to figure out how to get it off (I guess so I could shake pepper on my food). After a little while my roommate's Dad asked me if I thought I had peppered my lap enough.
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I'll see your rube story and raise you one.
I went out to a mexican restaurant and, after carefully perusing the menu and studying all these newfangled things, ordered myself a gazpacho to start. They brought chips with two different kinds of salsa - I assumed from the description that the chunky one must be the gazpacho and sat there eating the whole thing with a spoon. Imagine my surprise when they put the soup in front of me. It wasn't quite as spicy as the first one.
