How nice of them to put the purge receptical out side the Temple. Usually in NYC people just use the side walk.
And the Lord looked upon the b-b-q'ed ribs
And She saw that it was good
But lo, the assembled faithful demanded cracklins
And they would not be stilled
So the Lord thy God rose up and smote the oinker
Hip and thigh . . . and ham . . . and the skin was
Cracklin' good and crispy
And She was well pleased . . .
Ahem
Pfashion 23:21
For drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.
23:22
Hearken unto thy father that begat thee, for he wants you to look great so that you get a table in the window.
23:23
Buy the shoes, and sell it not; also trousers, and shirts, and maybe a nice belt or something.
23:24
So eat the b-b-q but watcheth the sauce for it can be a total nightmare to get out of fine fabrics.
23:25
And don't forget to use a bib when you visit the vomitorium (located next to the gift shop).
Ahem
What a friend we have in cheeses
Christ Almighty, what a pal
We will serve you wine and blintzes
And rifle your pockets in the hall . . .
Come on now, everybody sing ! ! !
This looks like a job for the more enlightened eastern religions....
How about....
"I can't believe it's not Buddha" ?
Seeing as how I just snorted the communion wine completely through my sinus' which resulted in a violent fit of retching and coughing and sputtering, I think we have welcomed a new member to the flock and renamed the church.
Welcome Brother Earl!
Here's your spoon.
Setanta wrote:What a friend we have in cheeses
Christ Almighty, what a pal
We will serve you wine and blintzes
And rifle your pockets in the hall . . .
Come on now, everybody sing ! ! !
Praise the goddamned lord !
I didn't name the band.
Lo, the sinner doth say, "I am replete,
And my tummy isth full which maketh me complete."
Whereas those of the flock on the true path
Say, "I needeth not these empty calories.
Instead, I shall nageth my spouse to pick up hir shoes
And the world shall be peaceful once more."
From the Sate-annic Verses:
"C" is for cookie, it good enough for me!
"C" is for cookie, it good enough for me!
"C" is for cookie, it good enough for me!
Oh! Cookie, cookie, cookie start with "C!"
To quote the great philosopher Homer:
"mmmm ...Sacrilicious !"
I've got a lovely idea for a new resort. The Sate Inn.
Boomer can be the manager, Mo can be our macot (No, Mo! No, Mo!); we can avoid taxes by incorporating it under TCOICBINB.
I'll whip up some devils food cake!
