Right after chili, smoked beef brisket could easily be the state food of Texas.

That's a text book definition of low-rent hoochie mama if I ever saw it. Guarantee you she's got her tramp stamp across her hips.

Others prefer cherry, apricot, or apple, but even these innovations are rejected by the modern apikoros, the child raised in America who sees chocolate as the only possible substance that should be stuffed inside the hamantash.

Shrapnel holed the ship's hull.