The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Brocklandia wrote:

Exactly what steak sauce does one serve with liver?

Just fry it and okay.

This is how A-POP fans speak A-POP language:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDM_9LwOSQw

New swaraelia wrote:

That was eye-opening YouTube videos. And this is I closing YouTube videos.

Cool.

Brocklandia wrote:

Try the bowl of after-dinner mints. It's over there at the cashiers stand, between Monthly flo and King crab cashier. But the mints are free, so no need to go thieving them.

Now, if you want a real challenge, rumor has is, Cheffy has a large stash of candy bars in the kitchen, near the meat locker, surrounded by bear traps--and of course Cheffy and all those sharp, pointy knives and garlic presses. Have you ever been jabbed by a homicidal maniac using a sharp, pointy garlic press. It stings, I tell you.

Hmmm. I think that might be fun.

Brocklandia wrote:

Try the bowl of after-dinner mints. It's over there at the cashiers stand, between Monthly flo and King crab cashier. But the mints are free, so no need to go thieving them.

Now, if you want a real challenge, rumor has is, Cheffy has a large stash of candy bars in the kitchen, near the meat locker, surrounded by bear traps--and of course Cheffy and all those sharp, pointy knives and garlic presses. Have you ever been jabbed by a homicidal maniac using a sharp, pointy garlic press. It stings, I tell you.

*Sneaks into the kitchen*

The weekend poetry contest has ended. It's up to Feoras to pick a winner.

The candy thieving weasel wrote:

*Sneaks into the kitchen*

*hums a nameless tune while listening to the crashing of pans and squealing of weasels*

Well, I think the bar is shiny enough. Now to sweep the floors.

*continues humming while Cheffy bellows and something shatters*

Oh, Cheffy!--Remember that I'm not coming in there to sweep up after you.

[quote=jehovahs_witness;38884636]Poetry is words typed on a sheet of paper made from the souls of lumberjacks.

So what you're saying is, those four hundred volumes of the tax code are all poetry? Somehow, I think only an accountant would agree with you?

Uhm ... Do we have any accountants present? Raise your hand if you're an accountant?

*reaches for the flamethrower*

“This challenge is for our southern boy”-Devin, 49, Philadelphia

Brocklandia wrote:

Do you need a cough drop?

As long as it's tasty.

The candy thieving weasel wrote:

*The weasel snatches a bunch of candy bars and runs*

Can I have one?

The candy thieving weasel wrote:

*The weasel snatches a bunch of candy bars and runs*

Hey! I robbed a candy store for those!

Howard beale wrote:

Can I have one?

*A little weasel brings you a candy bar*

Howard beale wrote:

Can I have one?

A weasel? Sure. There's a whole crate of them in the stockroom. Cheffy's planning to skewer 'em for tomorrow's special. Tomorrow is Weasel Kabob Wednesday, you know.

The candy thieving weasel wrote:

Well, I’m a weasel...

Then may I suggest you wear a disguise until after tomorrow? Here--a pair of Groucho Marx glasses and nose. Unless, of course, your dream in life is to be the Weasel Kabob Wednesday main course.

*slithers out of the basement pretending to be a snake*

Look what the cat dragged in...me! Long time no talk. Can I get a Canadian whiskey on the rocks?