America's obsession with ketchup is a never ending source of bemusement for me.

I made an American person an omelette recently and was frankly appalled to see them drown it in the stuff.

we most certainly are. DO NOT attempt to d-rail this thread.

and by d-rail, I mean, demonrail666.

oh yes. Tacos. Fantastic things. Although I never have them unless i'm in a Mexican restaurant (which is rare). There's not much of a thing for Mexican food in England. Probably attributable to an overall lack of Mexicans.

Eww. I really could do without ketchup totally. Although, it has its place in thousand island dressing, which I do like.

I want a prawn cocktail now.

Maybe that would solve the "problem" in this country that people have with illegal immigrants. We can send some of them to England and add some spice to your pot.

I couldn't live in a world without mexicans. :(

well, I could, but I wouldn't want to.

Ha ha, obsession?

Me either.

this thread appears to be going well. at least nobody puts mustard on their fries.

Apparantly, I am nobody.

it's common knowledge that all amerikkkans are: loud, dressed alike and desire ketchup on everything.

judging by my coworker's attire, I've got all three covered.

U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A.!!!

You should live down here, where the KKK still holds a parade downtown every year. Right past the Southern Poverty Law Center and Dexter Avenue Church. Nice to live in the Cradle of the Confederacy and the Birthplace of the Civil Rights Movement.

Okay, I guess "obsession" is pretty correct.

"Percentage of people ordering hamburgers at restaurants who use ketchup: 93%
According to NPD Research Group numbers supplied by Heinz.
Source: Scripps Howard News Service, 8/3/2006"

Can't understand that at all, myself, either.

versus the end of The Trail of Tears?

I think not!

excerpt from Guide to Becoming Somebody for DUMMIES

"thout shalt eat waffles on Tuesday. thout shalt shout on Weds. thout shalt dehinitely post on ccceigg. thought shalt put mustard on your fries and then doodle quadratic formulas with the blood of a falcon."

yr half way there.

Now where is that damn falcon.

pbradley's got it

please, yes. Send us your mexicans.