Variety is the spice of nausea.
Think that's scary --
-- get a load of those first few ingredients.
If that's your one-two-three, you've got bigger sweetmeats than I.
Garçon, onion rings, SVP.
I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:05 AM
Labels: ye olde booke-worming
18 comments:
Tony Danza was in Menudo?
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I knew someone would go there, figures it'd be you. To the principal's office with ye, urchin.
I'm sorry I left the sweetbread at home.
Wow, that is some list of ingredients. Eat plants and fruits and you can't go wrong :)
duchess, no Kit Kats for you.
life, you forgot bacon.
That explains those foot-less calves I saw in a pasture the other day.
What no eye of newt? How disappointing.
karl of the österreich, kind of takes the fun out of tipping.
HE'S A WITCH!
Get your terms straight. It's warlock!
Reminds me of the time I went to a restaurant in Paris where the I misread the handwritten menu in the window. I thought it said crepes..
Graves, you swine!
I have it on good authority that you can eat Menudo at Ray's.
Regards,
Tengrain
My favorite restaurant features both kinds of quality cuisine: menudo AND haggis.
You got to figure the guys from Menudo want to beat the crap out of Justin Bieber for stealing their look.
That Menudo pic brought back horrible memories of my sister's God-awful old Bay City rollers albums. They're like the BCRs with a latino twang to 'em.
Ich.
Kudos to Thunder for beating me to that.
That cookbook is just wrong. The first two ingredients of Menudo are Ricky and Martin. End of discussion.
Livin' the vida loca.
Lol, Jim H.
I figured that you were the competition.
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I don't know about sweetmeats and tripe, but Clevelandistan and environs have some weird-foodie things going on. There was Famous Ray's, and now this.
You might want to have fast-food culture done on those onion rings before scarfing them down.
demeur, and ruin yet another worn-out Python reference?
susan, un verre d'eau médicinale, s'il vous plaît.
tengrain, one can eat a lot of things at Ray's.
tom, brains, they're not just for zombies anymore.
carmi, so you decided to spread those horrible memories to the rest of us? May your dreams become nightmares of both acts!
jim, I brought this on myself.
SWA, oh, the delicious yellow chemical sludge masquerading as cooking oil burns athlete's foot right out.
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