We had Christmas early for part of my family. My brother and sister-in-law are fixin’ to have a baby, so we all harrumphed down to Memphis for a Thanksmas holiday. Gifts were exchanged, as one would imagine. Then there was this:
Great laughter ensued, as one would imagine. It was horse-laughter really. I mean, what if you pulled Spotted Dick right out of a nicely wrapped Christmas package? The moisture content of my pants will never be the same. Then we all began exchanging ‘fun ways to use Spotted Dick’, and I’m pretty sure it’s the most vile conversation my family has ever been involved in. Join in, it’ll be fun!
Go see a doctor about it!
Get some salve!
Must be named after some factory worker… Richard the Leper!?
