Out on parole again are you, Hutton? Nice to have you back. Mind you, if Conrad Black can post entire magazine articles from chokey, I'm pretty sure you could squeeze out a post or two every month if your heart were truly in it.
Can't say Chinese salads strike me as very promising material, tho'. I was unaware that the Chinese ate anything that did not either involve the sort of leftovers that would gag a goat and/or inch some rare, blameless and photogenic creature closer to extinction. Siberian Tiger testicles, for example, or Panda ears. To be reduced to eating cucumber is sad testament to the decline of Johnny Chinaman. Where now will Friedman turn for inspiration?
I was going to say something snide about oriental gluttony, but it might seem hypocritical, coming from a Stateside occidental only recently emerged from Thanksgiving.
Still blogging, Harry? The Elders of Zion have been dispatching more dangerous things than salad, but I suppose a face full of lettuce might be a terrifying prospect if you're already wet enough to make drowning a hazard. Let me know if you need a towel.
I've already forgotten what this post was about 2 minutes after reading it. My restless craving gnaws at my entrails like a greedy rat. I fart in your face, Hutton. I fart in your face.
Ex-ter-min-ate!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it might force you toss it. Have all the old comments been deleted, Harry? All those golden memories flushed down the pan. {{Sigh}}.
ReplyDeleteHow much salad does it tow?
ReplyDeleteShit, we thought you were dead.
ReplyDeleteGB, the comments were exported, so all that drivel has been preserved for future generations. I just don't know how to import them again.
ReplyDeleteOut on parole again are you, Hutton? Nice to have you back. Mind you, if Conrad Black can post entire magazine articles from chokey, I'm pretty sure you could squeeze out a post or two every month if your heart were truly in it.
ReplyDeleteCan't say Chinese salads strike me as very promising material, tho'. I was unaware that the Chinese ate anything that did not either involve the sort of leftovers that would gag a goat and/or inch some rare, blameless and photogenic creature closer to extinction. Siberian Tiger testicles, for example, or Panda ears. To be reduced to eating cucumber is sad testament to the decline of Johnny Chinaman. Where now will Friedman turn for inspiration?
The Tower of Babel was enough for God to inflict multilingualism on us so he'd better have something devastating lined up for this.
ReplyDeleteWhere is Big Cock Salad Tower Delivery Guy?
ReplyDeleteLettuce celebrate!
ReplyDeleteNice to see ya posting again Hutton!
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I was going to say something snide about oriental gluttony, but it might seem hypocritical, coming from a Stateside occidental only recently emerged from Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteStill blogging, Harry? The Elders of Zion have been dispatching more dangerous things than salad, but I suppose a face full of lettuce might be a terrifying prospect if you're already wet enough to make drowning a hazard. Let me know if you need a towel.
ReplyDeleteStop pretending to be me. You mis-spelled my name by the way.
ReplyDeleteI'm not Sol Kashberg.
ReplyDeleteYou'll be hearing from my solicitors.
ReplyDeleteI've already forgotten what this post was about 2 minutes after reading it. My restless craving gnaws at my entrails like a greedy rat. I fart in your face, Hutton. I fart in your face.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see the ransom finally cleared from escrow. BTW, have you heard from Mother?
ReplyDelete"China Man" is an offensive slur, you magnificant bastard.
ReplyDeleteThe correct term is "Men of China"
It should be Chinamen and Chinawomen. Just one word!
ReplyDeleteThey serve it in the Pagoda of Babel.
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