nope, normally its either salmon dip or 'bigilla' which is a maltese traditional kind of paste. if you'll look it up in google, you'll find some recipes for it. i never tried them out, as i buy it.
alcohol removes most, if not all, of a person's inhibitions. so yes, a person would most probably speaking the truth, unless he's pretending that he's drunk.
Two buddies are on their way to the U.S. Army Induction center for physicals. Neither wants to go to war, so one says, "I hear that if you don't have any teeth they won't take you." They decide it's worth a try, so they stop at a Dentist and have all their teeth pulled.
When they arrive at the Induction Center there is a line waiting to get physicals. They decide it might look fishy if both stand in line, one after the other, so one guy heads for the back of the line. Just as he steps into line, a big ole farm boy hits the end of the line right in front of him, so the 2nd toothless guy lines up behind him.
The first toothless guy steps up and the doc asks, "Anything wrong with you?"
The Guy says, "Well, no, except I don't have any teeth."
The Doc says, "Open up and let me have a look." The Guy opens his mouth and the Dr. runs his finger around his gums and says, "Sure enuff, you stand over there." The line slowly progressed to his buddy while he waited. The Farm boy steps up and the doc asks, "Anything wrong with you?"
The Farm Boy says, "No doc, 'ceptin I have a little case of the piles."
The Dr. says, "Bend over, spread 'em and let me see." The Boy does. The Dr. rams his finger in, pulls it out, looks at his finger and says, "Sure 'enuff. You stand over there." The next toothless guy steps up and when the Dr. asks him, "Anything wrong with you?"
He bellows, "AIN'T NUTHIN WRONG WITH ME, JUST GIVE ME THE GUN!!!!!"
Fred was in the hospital, near death, so the family sent for his pastor. As the pastor stood beside the bed, Fred's frail condition grew worse, and he began to flail about as he tried to speak. Being unable to do so, he then motioned frantically for something to write on.
The priest, keeping watch at the side of his bed leaned quietly over and asked, "Do you have something you would like to say?"
Fred nodded to the affirmative, and the priest handed him a pad and pen. "I know you can't speak, but use this to write a note, and I will give it to your wife. She's waiting just outside."
Gathering his last ounce of strength, Fred took them and scrawled his message upon the pad which he stuffed into the priest's hands. Then, moments later, he died.
The pastor thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. After administering the last rites, the priest left to break the sad news to the wife.
Several days later, at the funeral, the pastor delivered the eulogy. He realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he'd worn the day Fred died. "You know," he said, "Old Fred handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it yet, but knowing Fred, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all." He unfolded the note and proceeded to aloud,
The following verse spells out a word, letter by letter. "My first" refers to the word's first letter, and so on. My first is in fish but not in snail My second in rabbit but not in tail My third in up but not down My fourth in tiara not in crown My fifth in tree you plainly see My whole a food for you and me
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RE: favorite bed time snacks anybody?
nope, normally its either salmon dip or 'bigilla' which is a maltese traditional kind of paste. if you'll look it up in google, you'll find some recipes for it. i never tried them out, as i buy it.