pea soup

I thought I heard a helicopter flying low but thought in that pea soup a copter could not be flying so put it out of mind.

“I have to laugh,” the 55-year-old said as we enjoyed bowls of split pea soup at a diner in Desert Hot Springs, “because what else can I do?”

One of California’s most iconic roadside destinations closed suddenly this week, though guests hunting for a bowl of split pea soup might find it in Buellton again someday.

But the groundwork had already been laid before Linda Blair ever spit out that pea soup — and not via the Vatican.

No green pea soup here; instead, vile CG black glop spews forth freely.