Random Thoughts

“Should we ask NGB about that?”

“Frijoles, you silly libbie!

You must be talkin' about that southern pulled pork stuff.”

“Wait, who are you talking to, MOTB?”

“I be talkin' chili with chili, you silly libbie.”

“Me? Libbie? Wow, that's the first time I've been called that. :D”

“We are all silly libbies on this bus.”

“If you used frijoles and chili in the same paragraph, you aint talkin chili with me.”

“I am addicted to coffee...”

“You're full of beans, Chili.”

“Not for long.”

“Give up, Mark-o-thebeastieboys. Chili won't budge on this point. I guess he hasn't experienced the heavenly enjoyment of frijoles in chili.”

“aardvark”

“scat happens”

“cheese whiz”

“Con Arroz y Frijoles

Queso..............eef you say so”

“Dang, I should have put an apostrophe in that name as in............

Mark o' The Beast(666)

Tis the season to be evil, ya know.”

“"If you know beans about chili, you know that chili has no beans” is a 1976 song by Ken Finlay, owner of the Cheatham Street Warehouse in San Marcos, Texas. The song has been sung at many a chili cook-off.


The Official State Food of Texas—Chili
The following song has become the anthem at every Terlingua Chili Cook-Off, where no chili with beans recipes are allowed to compete.

If You Know Beans About Chili,
You Know That Chili Has No Beans
by Ken Finlay, singer, songwriter,
and owner of Cheatham Street Warehouse
(a music hall in San Marcos), written in 1976.

You burn some mesquite
And when the coals get hot
You bunk up some meat
And you throw it on a pot.
While some chile pods and garlic
And comino and stuff
Then you add a little salt
Till there’s just enough
You can throw in some onions
To make it smell good
You can even add tomatoes
If you feel like you should
But if you know beans about chili
You know that chili has no beans

If you know beans about chili
You know it didn’t come from Mexico
Chili was God’s gift to Texas
(Or maybe it came from down below)
And chili doesn’t go with macaroni
And dammed Yankee’s don’t go with chili queens;
And if you know beans about chili
You know that chili has no beans

24 October 1977, Daily Review (Hayward, CA), “Plain ol’ chili wins,” pg. 6:
But none of the recipes called for beans. As the song goes, “If you know beans about chili, you know chili has no beans.”

19 October 1984, Washington Post, “The Chili Cookoff: Everything But Beans” by Jeff Wilson, pg. B10:
“If you know beans about chili, you know there ain’t no beans,” pronounces International Chili Society historian Ormley Gumfudgin.”

“Ah yes Chili, excellent response...

Now random thought.....Do you favor crop dusting campsites or sit in your own letting em rip?”

“Whoa!
The chilimac has hit the fan!

This ain't Texas, Auntie Em!

How the hell do ya "bunk up some meat"?”

“These pretzels are making me thirsty.”

“




Soak about a handful-and-a-half of dried Kidneys, Black Beans, Red Beans and Pintos overnight (I like the variety). Drain & rinse. Parboil for a few minutes to get 'em started, then toss them into the chili and simmer in a crockpot for 6-8 hours. They'll soak up the spices and still not be mushy ---- I hate mushy beans. Return the browned stew beef to the chili. It will begin to fall apart in an hour or two and give you a really nice consistency.

Holy Crap, I forgot the Alamo.

”

“I'm still waiting for instructions on how to bunk up some meat.”

“my cup is orange”

“I suggest you stop eating Cheetos then.”

“With all the gin joints and beans on this planet and you've got to go with kidney beans!

WTF.........that buoy ain't wright.”

“the zeros of a polynomial function are the zeros of the functions described by the factors of the polynomial.”

“Almost half the people in this county have below average intelligence.”

“I would say an even great number if you use TT as a cross-section.”

“x- and y- intercepts”

“y intercepts, he breaks a tackle, gets by the qb, now he's picking up blockers
HE

COULD

GO

ALL

THE

WAY!!!!!

HE SCORES!!!!

TOUCHDOWN CONSONANTS!”

“oh, but wait. i have just found out that y is a spy for the vowels. he's playing for both teams! this is a disgrace. this is a day that will forever be remembered as

y-gate”

“Welcome to second grade english.”

“Let's be frank about beans.

What's your beef, Chili?”

“You're going to have to buy your beans with Euros Marko. Francs are out of circulation.”

“Hell NO! Francs are not out of circulation. Swiss Francs are still strong and high!”

“High?

Perhaps its the elevation, dear.

Do you accept Ulster Pounds?”

“
He said, "I hunt for haddocks' eyes
Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons
In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
And that will purchase nine.



from "The White Knight's Song"
Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There
Lewis Carroll [Rev. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832 – 1898)]

”

“Beans are the filler used by the amateurs who can't cook chili.”

“When McCain is in his seventh house
And Jupiter aligned with Mars
Sarah Palin will rule the universe
And love will steer the stars”

“Dang!!

I was just going to ask....

WTF happened to Chili?”

“Fvck that Texas #&%!$, LOL”

“Remember what Ann Richards said.... "Texans barbeque beef instead of pork because you can't ride a horse and steal a pig at the same time."”

“Perhaps the Europeans make horse BBQ.

I'll bet it tastes like ass.”

“October 7, 2009: The wind damage from the September 28th wind storm is very severe from from Schroeder to the north end of the trail. There are hundreds and hundreds of large trees down. It took one hiker 2-1/2 hours to hike one mile north of Grand Marais. There can be up to 25 large trees per 0.5 mile section. The SHT is not closed but expect difficult hiking conditions and be prepared. Also watch for branches and trees still falling. There are other areas of the trail affected by high winds from Finland to Shroeder but the number of trees down is significantly less. The south end of the trail was only minimally affected.”

“That's my random thought:)”

“Lewis Black says Kendra What's-her-ass Hefner's ex-bunny is being paid two and a half million dollars per calendar year to TWITTER.

If *that* isn't a sign that the goddam world is about to end, it damn well oughta be.

”

“It just all depends. Are people into dirty twittering?”

“That's called 'twattering'.”

“clittering?”

“I need more beer.”