"I'll have the salad, thanks." "OK great,

"I'll have the salad, thanks." "OK great, will that be with chicken or steak?" "No, no, the salad." "Right, yes. With freshly grilled chicken, or marinated steak?" "No you jackass,

I'm a vegetarian! I don't eat chicken or steak!" The waiter frowned. "Okay... So would you like your salad topped with grilled salmon, instead, or perhaps some steamed shrimp?"

Glorg chuckled at the Earth sitcom & munched down another deep fried β Vegan brain. "Harg harg! Some of them don't even eat meat. They're missing out on succulent sentient brain!"

Glorg waited for a response from the back of the ship. Nothing. Ya Kadee Apo was still mad. Glorg rolled his one giant eye, so sensitive. Just because Glorg had taken a huge

Shiner from his brother, Georg didn't mean he had stopped eating caviar. He had just bought more and hidden it in the refrigerator. Three years later, it was found and eaten.

But enough about caviar that isn't in the refrigerator.Let's see what *is* in the fridge.Hmm..that must be petrified arugula...what's this stuff...<gasp>NO! It can't be! It's..it's

last week's catfish casserole?! I could have sworn I gave this to the weird lady across the hall from us. I sniffed at the contents and immediately recoiled at the repugnant stench

how could I do this? it was so disgusting. she desereved it, not me. i regreted ever baking i, and threw the catfish into the garbage, what a waste of a perfect catfish cassserole

In a secret government bunker beneath the Black Hills of South Dakota, scientists and chefs are nearing completion on the next recipe to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting public.