I always knew that I would have spotted dick in my hands at some point in my life, but I never thought that day would be so early…and I’d be smiling. I always thought I’d be some sort of crackhead or <insert drug here>head before I held spotted dick. Well, atleast this spotted dick is brand name.
I went to a store the other day that specializes in Eastern European products. Boy, those Eastern Europeans sure know how to make mustard mayo spread attractive.
I read that entire post in Mr Humphries voice from Are You Being Served and it was awesome
PS I am showing my age here, because my first recation to the photo was “Oh, I have a coupon for those jars on the top shelf.” Dork, I am
what store was that?
i’ve only seen spotted dick at cost plus imports. i was tempted to buy it just for the sheer hilarity of it all, but couldn’t bring myc cheap ass to fork over nearly $5 for a tiny can of crappy pudding with raisins, because that’s what spotted dick is.
anyways, nice to see someone else with the same twisted sense of humor.
I found the spotted dick (yeaahhhhh!!) at a place in Rancho Bernardo called Kashtan European Market and Bistro. It’s a pretty cool spot that sells all sorts of wacky sausages, products and beers from that part of the world. They’re also connected to the bar next door. That’s good for me cause then I can get drunk and then do the cha-cha with a piece of sausage.
“That’s good for me cause then I can get drunk and then do the cha-cha with a piece of sausage.”
*chokes on soda, tries not to be Karen Walker*