“Red, red, they call me red dish”.
Thank you, red dish. This is a small red dish The Purging Lutheran, My Sweet Rib, The Lad, and when she blows into town, My Marta uses to eat small meals from. What food fits on it? A solitary pork chop. A leftover Page 89 (spaghetti casserole). A piece of fried chicken, either cold or heated up in the macrowave. A egg (fried). MSR enjoys a single fried egg every now and then. She adds two pieces of toast, lightly buttered, and taps cinnamoned sugar upon them. Then she offers grace to her Lord and nibbles away as she works on a puzzle on her iPad.
What else is a dish? Marie Osmond is a real dish. Your satellite dish is a dish that finds crummy television shows such as Cop Rock, The Chevy Chase Show, and The Naked Civil Servant and rams them down your eyes while you’re eating a bag of chips. Dish can also mean gossip about someone.
Phil: “Did you hear about TPL? I heard he bet the mortgage on a bob-tailed nag.”
Gil: “No! But I heard My Sweet Rib bet on the gray!”
Lil: “I heard The Lad’s horse, Wildfire, was felled by a killing frost.”
Spazz: “Oh, dear! That’s worse than Our Marta riding through the desert on a horse with no name!”
Finally, there’s a chafing dish but what that has to do with a tight collar irritating a man’s neck I have no idea.
Blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and dish, and then the outside also will be clean.
“Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.