10 July 2006

Cran Berry Sauce

by Frank Turk

And when the night is cloudy,
There is a light that shines on me,
Shine until tomorrow, let it be.

That's as close to Catholic as you're going to get from me. Sorry.


Mike Y said...

Thanks Frank! For some stupid reason, I now have the lyrics of Let It Be running through my head.

Richard D said...


Fred Butler said...

Hey Frank,
Any one tell you you look like George Costanza from Seinfeld minus the sweat clothes?


Neil said...

Which one of you is married to Yoko?

Castusfumus said...

Question: Are these things gonna show up autographed on Ebay after next March's Shepherd's Conference?

4given said...

I thought this was going to be a recipe. I am so disappointed.

4given said...

Oh... and is it "legal" to sell a cami to a woman with a bunch of pyro men pics on it?

FX Turk said...


No one who has lived to tell about it.

By the way, the jerk store called ...


That's a trade secret.



FX Turk said...


Here's the original Beatles album art:

You figure it out. Just don't tell Darlene.

Cran Bury Pecadillo.

marc said...

Suddenly, you're not half the man you used to be.

4given said...

So the cami's must be for the men... to wear with their kilts ???

Solameanie said...


"Boy, you've got to carry that weight...carry that weight a long time."

In my more "Solameanie" moments, I change those lyrics to:

"Boy, you're going to fry in that lake, fry in that lake a long time."

Sometimes that isn't appreciated very much. :)

LeeC said...
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LeeC said...

Hey, was with all the jabs at the fines piece of mens clothing ever created?
<-The new icon was my wedding 10 years ago

Neil said...

Ah, I see. Pec is the walrus.

Al said...

Ummm... throw pillows? That will start some conversation in the family room.

Al sends

Patagonia Mike said...

I just returned from the long and winding road of the pampa yesterday... I had a ticket to ride but I drove. I think I could use some help! Oh and my comment... Huh?

Colin Maxwell said...

Thanks Frank...anyway

chamblee54 said...

Number nine.
Number nine.
Number nine.

Kim said...

Gee, I like you guys and all, but I tremble to imagine what people would think of me, a reputable home school mom, traipsing around with your mugs on my t-shirts. What would the neighbours think?

4given said...

Yes... well... especially if it was a cami, Kim.

PressingOn said...

Someone clue me in. I don't understand a single thing about this post. I echo "richard d"....huh?

Phil Johnson said...

Can I get that printed on a bag?

Here come old flattop. He come groovin' up slowly. He got juju eyeball; he one holy roller. He got hair down to his knees. Got to be a joker; he just do what he please.

He wear no shoeshine. He got toe-jam football. He got monkey finger. He shoot coca-cola. He say "I know you; you know me." One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.

Away From The Brink said...


Unless one is a Beatles fan, this post shall ever remain mysterious. Many of the comments in the thread are snippets of lyrics from Beatles songs.

The title of the post is from the fading end of "Strawberry Fields Forever," where John Lennon utters the words "Cranberry Sauce" in such a way that many over the years misinterpreted them to be saying "I Buried Paul."

Away From The Brink said...


BTW, "Mother Mary" is a reference to Paul's birth mother, not Jesus' birth mother. No Catholicism at all, I'm afraid.

Kim said...


A cami? Are you kidding? Since the brouhaha over my fitted tank top, I've taken to wearing only bag-like attire outside my home. I need one of those burkha thingies with the Pyros on it. That will ensure proper modesty.

FX Turk said...


I am aware that Paul wasn't singing Catholic doctrine in this song, but the fact remains that many people hear their own Catholicism in his words.

Thus, my comment.

FX Turk said...

Someone call a press conference or something -- Johnson's gone soft on the bondage of the will.

Right Now. Over me.

Solameanie said...

I would chime in with the lyrics from Mean Mr. Mustard but that might get me in serious trouble, not to mention Polythene Pam. Perhaps I'd best let it be after all.

Tim Challies makes reference to "putting the fun in fundamentalism." I think little aside threads like this are illustrative of that noble concept. However, there is one problem. The fact that some here haven't the foggiest notion of what we're all talking about suddenly makes me feel very, very old.

Could someone mention Glenn Miller or Artie Shaw so this feeling becomes a transient one?