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12/02/09
How can you abide by dry taters? Yah, yah, the chopped monkey ass-meat (with hair) to the right looks to be revolutionary in its repulsiveness, but, yeah, unadorned white potato is a sin against nature. The markings of a true culinary troglodyte.
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...which connects nicely to the Casey Johnson-Jasmine Lennard storyline!
12/02/09
Horace
Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this," his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried,
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns,
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his
They ate it – that's what haggis is.
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I never understood Haggis. I could get on board if they deep fried it, but boiling? Ugh.
12/02/09
Also, ANSWER MY GCHAT.
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And I 100% believed it.
Stupid Scottish.
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"Blah blah blah, this hag is fucking heinous, blah blah blah."
11/30/09
So once I offered one of them an apple. "Sorry," he said. "No teeth."
11/30/09
For the record, that would mean that ACORN produced almost 10 million votes. My relatives have never been able to explain exactly how ACORN was able to pull off voter fraud on such a massive scale, but that doesn't seem to affect their very fervent belief that they did.
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