Not-fer-nuthin, as they say up heyah in Maine; when I was a young gal, I recall in the boathouse or perhaps the back shed, there was an old dusty wooden box. I suspect, thinkin' back on it now, that it had nails or screws or loose nuts and bolts in it. But let me get back to my story. On that old wooden box was a black outline of a beauteous and bodacious advertisin' gal, and she was hawking a certain foodstuff used for filling in pies.
It was called "Nonesuch Mincemeat."
I 'spose they sell it in Gondor? Do they know it comes from a certain new-but-very-old grave in the Barrow Downs?
EEEEYAAAAGH ... can't... erase... mental... image.... (retch):
"Nonesuch Mithmeat Pie"
GAAAAAAHHHHH
[ February 05, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]
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