A gift for bachelorette parties!
How did you know??? Are you a spy?
There’s enough tartness so you should be able to identify it as raspberry instead of strawberry. (I have to admit, it’s not my favorite.)
Somewhere, Salty is doing a dance of joy.
I am honored! Or, should I say, honoured.
Only when he’s squeezed between two couch cushions, but that doesn’t happen very often and he doesn’t stay put.
Ah, thank you! That is fascinating!
No, because eggs aren’t dairy. (Though I’m sure there’s some record of a rabbinical argument about it somewhere.)