All hail the mighty Boomer.
<bows deeply>
Only a goddess of the mightiest, bloodiest Marys would know that I suggested to Setanta that he prepare a carbonara tomorrow night.
All hail the mighty Boomer.
Boom
Boom
Boom
shboom shboom
shutterbug
THAT'S what I'm talking about.
Keeping it holy with a nice carbonara since 2005.
boomerang wrote:Say what!?
Are you calling me a craw?
Are you going to throw rocks at me or get me high?
Believe me, it matters.
You're freaking me out, dlowan, with your strange Aussie slang.
I'm going to pretend that "stone the craws" means kiss that girl with the brow hair and the overgrown toenails.
Because it's been a long day.
Because the rain won't stop.
Because cabin fever makes me see God.
And wonder why the Christians seem to love gluttons and not homosexuals when the Bible seems to dislike gluttons more than gays.
• craw [krɔː]
n. bird or insect's crop; stomach
I was suggesting we treat the stomachs as we are supposed, it seems, to treat the adulterers and those who eat the wrong insects and such,according to the bible.
The Bobble?
The Holey Bobble?
Blaspheme ye not, for yeah it is written . . . and were i not nearly illiterate, i'd read it to ya . . .
So when yer down on yer luck
And yer bacon just won't fry
Find the Church
With the phoney
Margarine . . .
Perhaps brother Setanta would be good enough to read a verse from the book of Psalamis to us.
Epastramis to the Ephesians, 2:13
And lo, the Lord taketh him no mustard with Italian meats and giveth not white cheeses with German meats, for it is written, the wrath of the Lord of Hostess Hohos will be visited upon the brows of ye that defile the delicatessen . . .
Praise the lard !
Now if everyone will open their hymnals to page 48, we will sing "What a Friend We Have in Cheeses."
And then the Lord spake to Oscarmeyer from on high, saying: "Keep ye all the parts of the beast between hide and hoof, and grind ye them well, for a good whisk and powdered milk maketh the true brats, indeed even unto the mixing of the sow's ear . . .
I wish ta Hell all you damned pagans would get your asses over to my
Bessie thread and come up with some homemade pagan sin for use as funerary rites for a jeep . . .
Now wait a cotton pickin' minute!
I turn my back for a few minutes to observe the Sabbath and I come back to find you guy preaching about psalami and posting songs by "Cake"! "Cake"? "Cake"!?
Pstarvation 23
The Lord is my nutritionist; he kind of likes me to not have everything I want
He maketh me go to bed hungry
He leadeth me to the garden hose
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me on the path to the spigot because water is a-okay.
Yea, though I walk through the McValley of the shadow of foods,
I will fear no fries: For thou art with me;
Thy belly growls, they comfort me.
Thou spanketh me when I think about food;
Thou annointest my head with sharp blows;
My cup runneth over because it is only a demi-tasse
Surely thinness and hunger shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Pancakes forever
Ahem
Hey! LionTamerX!
Hows about a knuckle sandwich if your so hungry?
Gays Against Gluttony!
We need signs, t-shirts and of course, the bumper sticker.
-J
boomerang wrote:Hey! LionTamerX!
Hows about a knuckle sandwich if your so hungry?
Just when I thought we had buried the hatchet...
Gays Against Gluttony!
GAG! GAG has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Perhaps our symbol can be a spoon! Or maybe a really skinny fish with a spoon down it's throat! An eel!
I'm so busy these days with church business that I nominate jstark as Prime Minister of GAG.
I don't know much about him but I have a feeling he'll make a better GAG PM than a middle aged housewife in Oregon.
TCOICBINB promises to support the mission in any way possible.
I think raising awarness of the sin of gluttony will be good for this country.
Okay okay. I'll put away the hatchet. You may print your Bobble verses and sing the praises of bacon and psalmai here.
But no cake! Got it DrewDad? That's a good song though. Maybe we could call them Bran Cake.
Genoasis 1:1
And there was emptiness upon the plate
For God had binged
And God felt that it was good
Except for the calamari, which was not so good
And so God purged
And between the Binge and the Purge was the first meal
And Jesus commanded the okra to die on its stalk
Be thou gone, weed most foul, sayeth he
And the stalk did wither
I visited the 43rd Street Temple while I was in NYC