I was workin’ the angle of “organ meat.” Couldn’t get the poetry right. A little “urp” kept comin’ up in the back of my throat. Before now, I was a little proud of my lack of gag-reflex.
And “Japan-based Nippon Ham” makes me laugh. “Winny-brand skinless wieners” makes me squeamish.
I know, I know. You’d think I’d have developed a tolerance.
A piano recital and panel discussion before the dinner.
Two hundred-fifty dollars a serving strikes me as either absurdly overpriced or a real steal. I can’t decide.
I tried. I got nothin’.
I’m with Rick.
Mystery flavours revealed.
“Ham Cybele” makes me think of Japan-based Nippon Ham, makers of Winny-brand skinless wieners.
I was workin’ the angle of “organ meat.” Couldn’t get the poetry right. A little “urp” kept comin’ up in the back of my throat. Before now, I was a little proud of my lack of gag-reflex.
And “Japan-based Nippon Ham” makes me laugh. “Winny-brand skinless wieners” makes me squeamish.
I know, I know. You’d think I’d have developed a tolerance.
Your cooking tastes like balls.
Gar balls.
Lincolnshire sausage and brown sauce.
This dick’s gristly.
This cock’s stringy.