Not to be a pedantic dick, but in Russian it’s actually Хрущёвские (the umlaut changes the pronunciation from yeh to yoh, similar to how we spell it “Gorbachev” but say it “Gorbachov”).

That patchy tundra scheme is THE shit.

Wow, man, I’m sorry. Good luck with your dick, no joke.

I’m not sure you quite got the dreft of this thread... once we get into laundry detergent, it’s downyhill from there.

“What 1964 NBA All-Star game?!?!?”

None of the Pius’s are on your list?  One or two of them belong right down there with Benedict.

Whether that translates beyond Europe and the Americas, I couldn’t tell ya.

The only way your arguments here make any sense is if you know that Clarence Thomas is black, and not a single other thing about the man. He is, indeed, a clown; and has had such a detrimental effect on the lives of black people in America that a random white guy in blackface wouldn’t have done a whole lot worse, on…

Our comfortable, secular, industrial civilization has forgotten this.  But dammit, there’s a reason half the kings in Greek mythology (not to mention the one in Game of Thrones) got killed or mortally wounded hunting boars!

Those ones can be (if prepared right) even tastier than the adults.

David Stern, June 1993: “Well, congratulations on another championship, Michael! You’re officially one of the best that ever was! Of course, there’ll never be another Bo Jackson. Oh, no, don’t get me wrong, three titles in a row is still pretty good...”

You could remake it today as a steampunk epic, with coal-fired dirigibles and steam-powered mechanical calculators and whatnot...

If I ever get terminal cancer...

“Saucy sauce” is properly 1) the preferred alcohol drunk by your elderly aunt/grandmother who takes no shit and gives no fucks, which presumably helps fuel that state of affairs; 2) port/sherry/Madeira/Marsala/Grand Marnier/any other alcohol that you use largely for making sauces with; or 3) said sauce in its final…

...so you’re saying if Kubrick had combined this film with Eyes Wide Shut, and given us some hot space alien lovin’, it might have had a shot?

Here are some suggestions that would be just as good, if not better, than a cornfield in Iowa

Aw, I really liked the old cans.

Hadn’t heard of Busch Latte, but this kind of ironic gussying up of replacement-level branding is a proud American tradition. In Minneapolis, the home of Target, that store is lovingly pronounced in the French manner (“Tarzhay”).

I got the sense the seafood is probably pre-cooked, but regardless, I am all in on white trash ceviche.