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Posted: 2/15/2006 1:49:06 AM EDT
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 1:51:49 AM EDT
That's nasty.

Link Posted: 2/15/2006 1:54:34 AM EDT
I'll pass.
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 2:03:06 AM EDT
WTF? Is he Asian,  homeless, or just nuts? I'll admit to eating rodkill rabbit, which I hit, and promptly dressed, a deer too, that another member of our hunting club hit, and then brought to the club house, but found road kill? Sounds like a Jeffery Dahmer type, and needs to be watched closely.
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 2:15:23 AM EDT
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 8:57:22 AM EDT
Damn!  I was hoping for pictures of Jessica Alba.
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 9:01:08 AM EDT
Does he eat skunk too?

As for the rest, hey meat is essentially meat.  I don't see anything wrong with it - as long as it is recently killed.

I do imagine this guy, frantically driving across fields, trying to run over a hedgehog or bunny, though
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 10:05:58 AM EDT
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 5:00:20 PM EDT
The Crunchy Frog Sketch
Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl

Inspector: 'ELLO!
Mr. Hilton: 'Ello.

Inspector: Mr. 'ilton?
Hilton: A-yes?

I: You are the sole proprietor and owner of the Whizzo Chocolate Company?
H: I am, yes.

I: Constable Clitoris and I are from the 'ygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the "Whizzo Quality Assortment".
H: Oh, yes.

I: If I may begin at the beginning. First there is the Cherry Fondue. Now this is extremely nasty. (pause) But we can't prosecute you for that.
H: Ah, agreed.

I: Then we have number four. Number four: Crunchy Frog.
H: Yes.

I: Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in 'ere?
H: Yes, a little one.

I: What sort of frog?
H: A...a *dead* frog.

I: Is it cooked?
H: No.

I: What, a RAW frog?!?
H: Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.

I: That's as may be, but it's still a frog!
H: What else?

I: Well, don't you even take the bones out?
H: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it?

I: Constable Clitoris et one of those!! We have to protect the public!
C: Uh, would you excuse me a moment, Sir? (exits)

I: We have to protect the public! People aren't going to think there's a real frog in chocolate! Constable Clitoris thought it was an almond whirl! They're bound to expect some sort of mock frog!
H: (outraged) MOCK frog!?! We use NO artificial additives or preservatives of ANY kind!

I: Nevertheless, I advise you in future to replace the words "Crunchy Frog" with the legend, "Crunchy, Raw, Unboned Real Dead Frog" if you wish to avoid prosecution!
H: What about our sales?

I: FUCK your sales! We've got to protect the public! Now what about this one, number five, it was number five, wasn't it? Number five: Ram's Bladder Cup. (beat) Now, what sort of confectionery is that?!?
H: Oh, we use only the finest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish Ram's bladder, emptied, steamed, flavoured with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue, and garnished with lark's vomit.

H: Correct.

I: It doesn't say anything here about lark's vomit!
H: Ah, it does, at the bottom of the label, after "monosodium glutamate".

I: I hardly think that's good enough! I think it's be more appropriate if the box bore a great red label: "WARNING: LARK'S VOMIT!!!"
H: Our sales would plummet!

I: (screaming) Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionery??!!
(the constable returns)
I: Like Praline, or, or Lime Creme, a very popular flavor, I'm lead to understand. Or Raspberry Lite. I mean, what's this one, what's this one? 'Ere we are: Cockroach Cluster! -- -- Anthrax Ripple!


** For those of you watching this transcript on your terminal, the young ** ** constable has just thrown up into his helmet. This is the longest ** ** continuous vomit seen on Broadway since John Barrymore puked over Laertes ** ** in the second act of Hamlet in 1941. **

I: (continuing) And what is this one: Spring Surprise?
H: Ah, that's one of our specialities. Covered in dark, velvety chocolate, when you pop it into your mouth, stainless steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks.

I: (stunned) Well where's the pleasure in THAT?!? If people pop a nice little chockie into their mouth, they don't expect to get their cheeks pierced!!! In any case, it is an inadequate description of the sweetmeat. I shall have to ask you to accompany me to the station.
H: (shrugging) It's a fair cop.

I: And DON'T talk to the audience.

Link Posted: 2/15/2006 5:11:01 PM EDT
They all aren't in Arkansas

His neck must be real red
Link Posted: 2/15/2006 10:17:19 PM EDT
Rack of Yak
Oodles of Poodles with Noodles
Snake Surprise

And of course this lends a new meaning to:
Moo Goo Gai Pan
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