"Binto Taco's, come get your Binto Tacos

"Binto Taco's, come get your Binto Tacos with Hamburger Gravy and Home Fry's" Miago shouted. Damn I thought selling Fried left over Sushi on Taco's would be easier. Thank God

I saw Andrew Zimmern approaching. "Fried Maggot Tacos! Disabled Sushi Shells!". Zimmern ate all I had and proclaimed them "Amazing!". As the camera panned away, he stabbed

a nearby lamprey, sucking out the intestines like the Ancient Hindi Tribes of the far east would. This was rather disconcerting - Zimmern's show grossed me out enough on the TV,

I looked away -- I'd seen enough. I began to scan the environs for hot prostitutes, but that just made my hunger grow even greater.

I turned the corner, and what should I stumble across but the finest burger joint in all of Thailand. I walked in and took a seat at the bar. "What'll it be?" said the bartender.

"Hit me with a doublebaconcheeseburger, double tomato, double onion, hold the mustard, steam the bun for 30 seconds." The Thai bartender blinked at me and gave me a rice bowl with

what looked like a a miniature steamed monkey brain. Pointing at it I looked at him and mimed a monkey and exclaimed "oo oo oo". The Bartender looked amused and replied by

offering me one of his most special drinks, prepared from the heart of a goat and sugar cane from deep within the amazon rainforest. When I was about to drink it, something came up

in my pants. It was my penis again. Damn penis! Why did it keep doing that? Not that I could blame it for its goat heart-indiscretions, but this was my drink, and I intended to