This is a powerful presentation on Domino. Thanks, was news to me, the hood connection with the mask. Men (plural) an "in group" usually Masonic, would show their faces comfortably at first, while feeding you pizza and wine. A pill would be slipped in one slice eventually and blank you out. Once the ritual aspect began the jovial drinking and swearing suddenly changed to seriousness, they would put on robes and the masks described here as if you couldn't still tell them apart. It works eventually by getting you all mixed up, they take turns.
Pizza Pie came in like hula hoops, all of a sudden. It swept the country in about 3 years. Before that the only places to eat out were, Lou's Dinner or Marge's Breakfast and Lunch, no franchises. It was immediately the cheapest food available and sold by the slice. 2 Larges Pizza Pies and you got a big birthday party covered. With FREE Delivery! And Iced Coca Cola. Before AC, ice was a big attraction.
I don't know about Walnut Sauce, no memory of this for me. The pizza's were the girls except when they put you in a dress and spread your legs open in a V. Then you are described as looking like a single slice of Pizza. They think that's very very funny. Mixing you up as to your gender is a big part of your training, they used a small manual.
HOTDOG rings my bell at many ages. Your a Hotdog if your an attractive boy. You remain so until no longer youthful. I was invited growing up, to many parties where Hotdogs and Pizza were promised. My day time brain would never catch on and go to these parties where always, there were no Hotdogs or friends of mine, but still plenty of Pizza to eat. It was always just Cheese, I wanted the "All you can eat hotdogs" but "sorrrrry, that's what you get for coming late". They could sort of switch me into a different state, with triggers, guilt and always the white or blue, forget pill.
That I was the Hotdog who's buns needed filling, this was the message. I over and over didn't get it. Why call me the Hotdog when I was just the bun??? I remember that puzzle from the '50's. Why do they call me the Hotdog?
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SavedbyJCfromRSA_MK ago
This is a powerful presentation on Domino. Thanks, was news to me, the hood connection with the mask. Men (plural) an "in group" usually Masonic, would show their faces comfortably at first, while feeding you pizza and wine. A pill would be slipped in one slice eventually and blank you out. Once the ritual aspect began the jovial drinking and swearing suddenly changed to seriousness, they would put on robes and the masks described here as if you couldn't still tell them apart. It works eventually by getting you all mixed up, they take turns.
Pizza Pie came in like hula hoops, all of a sudden. It swept the country in about 3 years. Before that the only places to eat out were, Lou's Dinner or Marge's Breakfast and Lunch, no franchises. It was immediately the cheapest food available and sold by the slice. 2 Larges Pizza Pies and you got a big birthday party covered. With FREE Delivery! And Iced Coca Cola. Before AC, ice was a big attraction.
I don't know about Walnut Sauce, no memory of this for me. The pizza's were the girls except when they put you in a dress and spread your legs open in a V. Then you are described as looking like a single slice of Pizza. They think that's very very funny. Mixing you up as to your gender is a big part of your training, they used a small manual.
HOTDOG rings my bell at many ages. Your a Hotdog if your an attractive boy. You remain so until no longer youthful. I was invited growing up, to many parties where Hotdogs and Pizza were promised. My day time brain would never catch on and go to these parties where always, there were no Hotdogs or friends of mine, but still plenty of Pizza to eat. It was always just Cheese, I wanted the "All you can eat hotdogs" but "sorrrrry, that's what you get for coming late". They could sort of switch me into a different state, with triggers, guilt and always the white or blue, forget pill.
That I was the Hotdog who's buns needed filling, this was the message. I over and over didn't get it. Why call me the Hotdog when I was just the bun??? I remember that puzzle from the '50's. Why do they call me the Hotdog?
PizzaHell ago
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