When I lived in Texarkana, the Arkansas-Texas game was the occasion for the annual "Male-Chauvinist-Pig-Ask-Your-Wife-If-You-Can-Attend" party at Lake Texarkana. It was the official annual meeting of the state Liar's Clubs from Texas and Arkansas.
I had a reputation for outdoor cooking so that honor fell to me one year when it was Texas' turn to prepare the 'Anything-that-goes-with-beer' menu. I decided the entree would be Butter Bean & Ham Soup. Arkansas protested. "Foul!"
But I billed this soup as my secret recipe 'no whistle' bean soup. They were trying to pry the secret out of me all afternoon.
Just before we ate, I relented. "Alright! Alright! It's the ginger. You can hardly taste it. You just add a little ginger and it's bye-bye flatulence."
By the time for the annual biggest lie vote, I had unanimous support of both delegations.
"Lucky for you it didn't rain," I said. "We'd have to continue the event indoors."
When I lived in Texarkana, the Arkansas-Texas game was the occasion for the annual "Male-Chauvinist-Pig-Ask-Your-Wife-If-You-Can-Attend" party at Lake Texarkana. It was the official annual meeting of the state Liar's Clubs from Texas and Arkansas.
I had a reputation for outdoor cooking so that honor fell to me one year when it was Texas' turn to prepare the 'Anything-that-goes-with-beer' menu. I decided the entree would be Butter Bean & Ham Soup. Arkansas protested. "Foul!"
But I billed this soup as my secret recipe 'no whistle' bean soup. They were trying to pry the secret out of me all afternoon.
Just before we ate, I relented. "Alright! Alright! It's the ginger. You can hardly taste it. You just add a little ginger and it's bye-bye flatulence."
By the time for the annual biggest lie vote, I had unanimous support of both delegations.
"Lucky for you it didn't rain," I said. "We'd have to continue the event indoors."