Loose Socks
Do pairs have to make sense? I mean, who decided that mashed up peanuts should be slathered on bread along with globs of chemically flavored semi-solid sugar? And how many times did he mess it up before he found a combo worth keeping?
I'm picturing some guy on a plantation in rural Georgia. There's only one little town anywhere near him, and he's been banished from the town for making a rude comment about the mayor's wife. Too lazy to migrate, he decides to exist off his produce and whatever he has in his house. It doesn't take him long to make peanut butterÂguys like destroying stuff. Even that gets old after a while, though, so he starts mixing it with random liquids in the house. Pickle juice, mayonnaise, and ranch dressing each take their turn as his favorite additive until he finds ketchup. After a couple of months of PB&K , he runs out of ketchup and tries other fruit pastes. His strawberry jelly is so perfect, he feels obligated to share his discovery with the world. He sneaks into town and leaves a new sandwich on the door of every home in town. The town wakes up to find their dogs licking their lips like a frog that thinks it's a fly. One home had a fence, though. The mayor's son eats the sandwich and loves it. The town forgives the recluse, the mayor runs to Atlanta and opens a little diner that later is hailed as the birthplace of the nation's favorite sandwich.
I just made the story up, so it's probably not true, but it might be. I'm sure the "real" history is all over the internet, but I don't feel like finding it right now. And when a bunch of you start putting it in comments, I'll post mine on Wikipedia and call you liars. That's why I love the internet.
Yeah, so I was talking about pairs. I'll explain why. I had a minor case of the munchies tonight that I planned to alleviate with a bowl o' Easy Mac and a can of tuna. Remembering my upbringing, I combined the two into a tasty treat, drawing murmurs of surprise from the guys scattered about the Armitage lobby. Those who hadn't seen it done before not only registered their shock, but also announced their determination that it was disgusting. Ignoring the obvious truth that taste is a personal determination, I calmly instructed the naysayers on the acceptability of new food combinations.
Call me weird, but I'm pretty sure there's no corner on pairs. Sure, Mario & Jim wouldn't have made Nintendo a cultural icon. Maybe Simon & Cher probably wouldn't have sold a lot of records, but I wouldn't have been the one to kick them out of the studio. I mean, who could have predicted Frank Sinatra and Notorious BIG?
At 9:13 AM,
So i thought pb&j was developed by soldiers thinking of creative ways to eat their rations, but who knows they might have tried pb&k. As for mac and cheese with tuna...i've tried it, not as bad as some may think.
At 2:53 PM,
I don't care what you say, Easy Mac should never be consumed by any human being, let alone with tuna, another disgusting treat. As for the story of the PB&J, that was interesting. No, I don't have the time or the desire to google the actual meaning behind it, and well, I'd kinda like to google it and find your story courtesy of Wikipedia. Here's a real combination for you to try, scrambled eggs and Doritoes. Now there's a tasty treat...