After an intense work out a heavy set person pokes into there belly button for lent only to find that a odor has built up that smells like 65 year old dingle berries from a wild sheep dog and microwaved garbage and intentionally puts said finger to a friends nose and ask him to smells, unaware to the friend of the odor he sniffs and in disguised by the raunchiness of his friends finger which in turns makes his nasal passages wither and die.
HEAVEY SET MAN: Hey dude that was an intense work out!! (all the while poking his belly button), hey bro smell my finger!!!
UNAWARE FRIEND: Alright dude, (smells finger) DUDE what the hell, that smells like 65 year old dingle berries from a wild sheep dog and microwaved garbage!!!!
HEAVEY SET MAN: Hahahaha P,N,S (Poke and Sniff)!!!!
a group of awesome people who roleplay pokemon on tumblr. everything is switched up, including the regions and starters. they are lead by morty and kotone, the loving mods. Also, Leaf throws piplups off buildings.
"I'm Eusine and I can't count past six. What the heck comes after six?"
The term poke sallet is an old Southern term for the cooked young leaves of the poke weed. Sallet comes from Middle English and refers to a mess (another Old or Middle English term) of greens cooked until tender. The term Polk Salad is a gentrified way of referring to poke sallet, and I'm afraid it reflects our inferiority complex when it comes to standing up for our Southern terminology. We are not making a mush of Polk Salad; actually, we are being true to our English ancestors who settled here a long time ago.
Some folks around here always add a little molasses and fatback to the water when they cook their poke sallet. That's the traditional way.
Don't you just love Tony Joe White's song Poke Sallet Annie?