After what seems like century sitting in
- After what seems like century sitting in the car we finally pull up to a
- McDonalds. Road tripping in Europe, sometimes it's so hard finding a proper place to eat! We had arrived at a small village in the south of France, and people here looked at us
- I walked up to the nearest local and said, 'Excuzee moi sil vou plate. Que Mc Donald, Si? Big Mac?Yum? Yum?" He hit me over the head with a baguette. "Non! Stupides Américains!"
- My Gambit paid off. It was the French Assassin Mean Cuisine. I launched two breakfast burrito grenades. He defused them with warm brie. But I swung a fully loaded
- baked beans platter and hit two of them in their smackers. Then I saw they were planning my ultimate destruction. The French Assassin Mean Cuisine were firing up their Coq au Vin-
- Hottub. I may have been cuckolded in my day, & am known to come home soused & sleep in the bath, but I am no chicken. I fired up two wand blenders charging Mssr. Cuisinarte
- with one set to -chop- and one set to -puree-. Mssr. Cuisinarte parried my first few blows but I backed him into a corner. I was just about to blenderize him into oblivion when Mr.
- Frying Pan flipped me upside down, like a pancake. Mrs Plastic Spatula began to squash me, grind me against Mr Frying Pan and I felt myself flattening into an oily heap. But
- the torture was not finished, for some peculiar reason the knife decided to carve into me,and then i was smothered with a thick liquid that dripped off of me.What was going on?
- Was I being drenched in BBQ sauce? Turns out I was the main course at the Roastin' Pig Festival in Prima, Kentucky. I wanted to call 'em bastards, but all that and out was "oink".
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- 2011-10-14 12:03:14
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- 2012-08-01 17:57:00
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