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|  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“Upon being stopped by the Customs Officer during my trip to America, he asked: 'Have you anything to declare?' I burst forward, telling him, 'Only my genius!' I was promptly beaten to a piteous pulp and subjected to a humiliating search. Needless to say, they found my weed.”-Wildman Oscar Fortune 500 CookieLove is a relative term, but even that nugget won't save your ass if you pork your cousin. Stay away from salty snacks this week, even if it means tunneling underground. Try wearing your watch on the other arm—maybe that's your problem. This week's lucky names: Alexia. Ephyn. Scatman. Toolio.Try again later. Top New Year's Resolutions
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Reproduction in hole or in parts without permission is likely to piss off her dad big time.