Menuby Violet Tiara ![]() July 4, 2005 Tonsils so docile
you can eat them like dumplings dumping your tummy on a rumpled green tongue. Stews you can use to lose the blues if you choose or just deliver the news that Stu is here, too. Feet of a stork that look like a cooked fork and even Mork from Ork would prefer them to pork. Brains from Spain, jalapenoed or plain but first let me explain that the drippings may stain. Hedgehogs! Sweet hedgehogs! Are like candy for the gut believe me you've never had them in custard but please be careful not to glut. Have you ever eaten mice beaten into a frothy puree and topped with crème brulee by a chef who's so gay he could make dogmeat delicious? Nutritious? Of course! You want the eyes of a horse steamed over mussels straight from the source for your second course. Arachnids? Your fat kids will love our spider muffins and our puffin blood toughened by a night out in the rain. But do not forget our dogshit baguette! Trust me it's delightful don't let the name leave you frightful. Might I interest you in a toad with the flu? The pilot just flew in from Bulgaria with two. Though I have to tell you truly nothing can top our cream of the crop for this menu's finest is the baked werewolves' vaginas. So, may I take your order? A Big Mac? Whatever, it's your funeral. Quote of the Day“My love is like a red, red wiiiine… go to my heaaaad… make me forgeeet… Wait. Sorry. My love is like a red, red rose… just like eeeeevery night has its daaaaaw- awawaaaan… Just like eeeevery cooowboy… Fuck.”-A.D.Dobbs Fortune 500 CookieClowns don't hate you, they just feel sorry for you. Your "Don't Worry, Be Slappy" series of self-help books finally broke the five-copy sales barrier this week, and just got you sued by the estate of Slappy White. This week's lucky strikes: Clover-Workers' Union, ump didn't see ball careen off batter's jock and through strike zone, killed them all while they were dreaming about killing you, threw your ex-wife's severed head down lane on accident.Try again later. Worst Things to Yell in Church
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