I think I’ll just call this post “Pulled Pork.” Why the hell not.

We went to the flea market this past weekend. When we arrived, I saw this food truck and thought, “Ha ha ha! You have to be really confidant that you’ll never be involved in a sexual harassment lawsuit to name your company Captain Paw Paw’s.”

Then, as we worked our way through the booths, I saw this and thought, “touché, flea market, touché.”

19 thoughts on “I think I’ll just call this post “Pulled Pork.” Why the hell not.

  1. Wait . . . Pulled Pork? Oh, I see what you did there. Bravo!

    Unfortunately, there are probably many out there who HAVE tried Uncle Bob’s Nuts. I imagine they would also call him Uncle Paw Paw. Was this flea market run by the Association of Pedofilia, LLC?

  2. At a RenFest once, the guy selling the nuts kept asking if my friend and I wanted to taste, munch on, lick his salty nuts. We declined. He may have been carrying roasted nuts, but he took it just a bit too far. We were in middle school.

  3. OHMYGOD I just fell over laughing, which is not good since I’m on a con call for work and I *should* be paying attention.

    I had an Uncle Bob (he was actually a great uncle, and I think he’s now dead… though he divorced my great aunt so I don’t really know…) and he had nuts.

    He was one of those guys that would wear very loose shorts, then sit across from you and cross his legs by putting one foot up on the other knee. You know, wide-open crotch. WITH VERY LOOSE SHORTS. And perhaps no underwear?

    I don’t know… I just know that when I saw Uncle Bob sitting outside with his legs crossed, I did my best to NEVER sit across from him….

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