reply to post by MidnightSunshine
There's nothing silly about one's primary food, BUMP!
But dammit I AM. And you just e-ncountered my last can of
Starbuck's Nitromethanol Mocha payback.
If I was availed of all the variants, pizza... the range in
recent years has expanded from poppable hor'devures to
cartwheels from Sysyphus. Roll this up the hill, boys!
ARRGH. I feel a forest of regressions coming on, strap in.
Crushed in their prime... and the toppings stayed ON.
That's how I want to go, embossed forever with the crust tread
pattern of a starch monster diagonally up me. Mommy HUK.
But really, Chicago style deep, approximately an inch
and a half thick and eight to twelve pounds. Raw pear tomato
inside and where'd my prize whole hog go?? Enough fresh
moz to make a whole rifle squad attempt after two days to
each eliminate a 1964 Mercury Comet with a 427 Thunderbolt
motor. Sideways and full throttle. How old is that fire exit NOW?
Contention/ Anchovies are artificially produced formed flaked brine
soaked newsprint with Eau de Cheerleader for polish. I personally
feel that if it crawls or swims the pig shouldn't have to bump and
grind with it inside you. Fake seafood is therefore aesthetically
unsuitable for humongous Italian cracker quisine using that metric IMHO.
Lastly for those little buggers, they look like tan popsicle stick segments
(who knows what the pigment was) coated with glue and Morgellons fuzz.
Bon appetit. And if you're an Italian lady over 55 and still look like a cheerleader
I not only meant no offense, but instead probably can't live without you and
need you to U2U me immediately. I can bake one-a these! Contention End/
Oh yeah don't forget the aged cylindrical rosewood sawdust,
lard and Red Number Not composite with a healthy percentage
of unknown species pepper we call 'Flame the Puppy"; sliced almost thin
enough to slide under an eyelid. But don't do that metrology study until
after you call the ambulance. See Linda Blair, you know The Exorcist line.
Maybe I could get Bobby to haul back the doggy semi for giving him a slice.
Sarge:"What's under the tarp?"
freebie: "A weapon of mass repulsion, sarge. Don't go there, it's cooled off
and you can see some of the insides now through the cheese. Trust me."
God I need to sleep now.. and get a Metra ticket tomorrow.
Oh wait... I thought this thread said "..Would TAKE Forever to EAT?"
Just trying to help out.