The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Thursday, August 6, 2015
When one is in a Yoghurt Mountain store, surrounded by hordes of Social Justice Weenie mothers and their noisy brats children, and one comes across a yoghurt flavor labeled 'Tiger's Blood', one should not refer to it, loudly, as 'Cecil's blood'.
That is all.
(P.S.: It's a delicious flavor, despite its name!)