[JoeProBono]

[JoeProBono]

[DManA]

Peaches. PEACHES!?!?!

[ClearCase_guy]

This is what happens when a society is a smoothly functioning machine. When government is competent and responsible and all the little girls and boys are happy, there is really nothing else to write about except mayonnaise.

[nuconvert]

I’ve never heard of it.
With all that mayo, is he dying of heart disease?

[Rebelbase]

Well, he has one corporate sponsor for his death. Maybe Piedmont Natural Gas will be the sponsor for the cremation.

Then this wife can do like a eulogy like a NASCAR winner after a race:

“It was tough time but I wanna thank Dukes for their outstanding jar support; we couldn’t have done it without Piedmont Natural Gas. And those Goodyear radials really made us fee safe driving over here”.

[henbane]

[onyx]

LOLOLOL.

[editor-surveyor]

All mayo is garbage now.

It all has Canola oil in it.
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[galtman]

I bought a three quart size Fiestaware canister in emerald green as an homage’ to my Irish heritage! Even with three quarts I am anticipating that there will be “leftovers” ... !maybe they can pour them into a custom made bottle of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce ... yum!

[Empireoftheatom48]

The real Mr. Hellmann sold his Mayo door to door in Astoria Queens, my Grandma would buy it.

[urbanpovertylawcenter]

“Whiskey And Pickles” A short story by Jesse Hill Ford around 1994 appeared in Southern Magazine about a woman who placed her parent's ashes in those respective bottles, Old Granddad and Sweet Gerkins, displaying them both on the mantle as they loved the contents. She tells this story to a little boy who was fishing the creek in front of her mansion and was invited into the house for a glass of lemonade.

Another great Short Story By Ford is “The Jail” published by Playboy in March of 1974 or 75. The story of a radical New York 60’s hippie, a Columbia law school grad who had an encounter with a wanna be sheriff in the South, and finds himself locked in Sheriff's secret jail for a decade.