Three words: Hungarian Booby Pickles.

pickles soaked in grain alcohol, so you can't smell the booze on them.

say whaaaaaaaat?

I am against them.

@des!: No, no Des. Somewhere in my drunken texts I usually mention Jesus. You know this. Maybe "Hungarian Booby Jesus Pickles".

Holy crap. I actually DID send one with Jesus + pickle. Strange.

Des: it was on Drew Carrey last night, I nolonger have cable and this was teh best I could find. It proved to be a good choice obviously.

I once had a jar of those - imported from Hungaria (yes, THE Hungaria) I couldn't get them open. They sat in my living room for months and I had a standing $100 reward for anyone that could open them. Then, one day, they eloped with a can of turnip greens. I was DEVASTATED. I mean, c'mon! You left me for the TURNIP GREENS!?!?! How humiliating.