“Unless a pizza is on temporary sale there is no way a legitimate establishment can offer pizza for less than six euros,” Det Insp Minna Immonen of the Uusimaa police department is quoted as saying. Police are trying to crack down on the “grey economy”, which costs the country millions of euros in lost tax revenue each year.
Happy Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, RaBbiT and Fatwa!
It’s awfully nice of Sven’s raccoons to help clean up around here.
In re Finnish pizza prices: I had friends from Germany relate the tale of the first time they visited the U.S. and dined at a pizza joint. They couldn’t figure out the sizes, so they ordered based on what they would normally pay in Germany. Apparently pizza is very expensive in Germany -- they bought two large pizzas for two people.
In order to ensure that foreign visitors don’t over-order pizza, I guess we need a federal law forcing pizzerias to furnish metric conversions on their signage and menus. (Right next to their caloric content.)
Imagine a tangerine sunset over a reflective ocean. No waves, just a shimmering, copper sea. Below, turquoise blue so vivid, contrasting with the orange light above is breathtaking. To my left, my mermaid friend is also gliding through the silky water, bubbles flittering off of her fingertips and fins. Below, a baby batray flies above the ripples of sand and as I turn to breathe, I see an armada of about 10 pelicans, gliding in V formation, their wing tips skimming the shimmering water.
As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, with darkness quickly approaching, I feel the urge to execute some underwater backwards somersaults. Exuberant, we linger in the shallows, reluctant to leave our ocean wonderland and return to the “real world”
Yes, yes, yes. This is why I swim, and more often than not the experience is magical and I emerge grateful to be alive.. My soul is quenched.
Raccoon sweepin’ O grabbin’!
G’day, GN!
Hai, RaBbeet!
Did not watch the debate last night; figured I’d catch the highlights and lowlights online today.
To Hell with both major parties.
Coffee?
Finnish citizens are being asked to report any pizzas being sold for less than €6.00 to the police:
That’s about $6.85 U.S.
“PIZZA JOUKKUE… YLÖS SEINÄÄ VASTEN, LIKA PUSSIT!”
(“PIZZA SQUAD…UP AGAINST THE WALL, DIRT BAGS!!”)
Happy Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, RaBbiT and Fatwa!
It’s awfully nice of Sven’s raccoons to help clean up around here.
In re Finnish pizza prices: I had friends from Germany relate the tale of the first time they visited the U.S. and dined at a pizza joint. They couldn’t figure out the sizes, so they ordered based on what they would normally pay in Germany. Apparently pizza is very expensive in Germany -- they bought two large pizzas for two people.
Hai, Paddy!
In order to ensure that foreign visitors don’t over-order pizza, I guess we need a federal law forcing pizzerias to furnish metric conversions on their signage and menus. (Right next to their caloric content.)
Metric wasn’t the problem -- the place didn’t list sizes, just number of slices!
Oh…that’s quite unhelpful.
Really! You have to guess if they are the English “long” slice, the slightly smaller metric “slicce” or the American “short” slice.
I didn’t watch the masterdebaters.
Instead I swam…
Imagine a tangerine sunset over a reflective ocean. No waves, just a shimmering, copper sea. Below, turquoise blue so vivid, contrasting with the orange light above is breathtaking. To my left, my mermaid friend is also gliding through the silky water, bubbles flittering off of her fingertips and fins. Below, a baby batray flies above the ripples of sand and as I turn to breathe, I see an armada of about 10 pelicans, gliding in V formation, their wing tips skimming the shimmering water.
As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, with darkness quickly approaching, I feel the urge to execute some underwater backwards somersaults. Exuberant, we linger in the shallows, reluctant to leave our ocean wonderland and return to the “real world”
Yes, yes, yes. This is why I swim, and more often than not the experience is magical and I emerge grateful to be alive.. My soul is quenched.
Beautiful!
My son is an incredible ocean hunter and lobster season just opened. Sunday, we all got together to enjoy the bounty of his harvest.
He made 3 “lobstergasm” pizzas
Nom nom nom
You wont find any lobstergasm pizza’s for $6 bucks..just sayin’!
Sad “heh!”
(Wish we had a serious, viable party which stood for the Constitution. *Sigh*)
Of course all we get is…
