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“Fascism is not the devices and mechanisms that force us to our knees, but those who operate in the shadows and convince us "on our knees" is the place we're born. And the first seed of fascism is rent.”-Crosby in 3F, every first of the month Fortune 500 CookieToday is not your day, buddy—by a horrible bit of luck, your day was exactly six weeks before you were conceived. The good news is you look a lot like William Daniels; the bad news is that doesn't pay much these days. Watch out Thursday, when you're nearly buried in a deluge of Fangoria magazines that have been building up in your closet. Lucky numbers? You want luck? Eat me, sadsack.Try again later. How Did Rat Poison Get in Food for Dogs & Cats?
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