They all look so good…

I’m on a restricted diet, so could you button up the meat clips and fry the noodles of you, at least until the temple explodes the chicken?

Do you ever get that strange feeling, like someone is frying your noodles?

Prayer Service: 7:00
Scripture Study: 8:00
Exploding Chickens: 9:00
Worship Service: 10:00

What else does the temple do.

I would so much like to go in the kitchen and see HOW exactly the pickle pork (?!) fries the eggs or how the temple explodes the chicken (that’ll be awesome !), but…. I’m afraid the cook will fry the noodles out of even me…..

Just what do you mean when you say you’re out of me?

Police report Slippery Son of Chicken evades capture, still loose on the ridge.

Stay away from the noodles of me, you slippery son chicken of mushroom!

Temples, exploding chickens since 1869

Np thanks! I will settle for the Explos on belly and the fried crap.

I feel a song coming on. The chorus is:

Don’t get over the handrail,
I’ll never fry the noodles of you.

Waiter waiter, Is this chicken battered?
No sir. We blew the —k out it instead.

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: To get the hell away from the temple!

The temple of the exploding chickens, huh? I’ve heard of some pretty weird cults before but I think this one just may take first prize.

“Knock Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“We’re celebrating Hot Son Chicken who exploded at the temple to keep Pickle Pork from frying your noodles.”
“Sorry… no fried crap on Fridays…”

“what the **** is this?”
“a chicken exploded by the local temple”

It puts the soy sauce on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.

I want to know which temple the chicken entered. I’m not a big fan of explosions….

That hot son chicken must have had it easy with the chicks.

Next time I see a stem, I’m running like a bat out of Hell.

I think the hot son chicken is getting tired of heavy celebrations.

Hot Son: “Since when did celebrations become heavy? I thought they were supposed to be light and FUN!”
*Runs off to room*

Hot Dad: “Are you okay hot son? Cheer up.”

Hot Son: “Noo! It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want too!! …. But sugar vinegar might cheer me up though… do we have any? Is it in the fridge?”

Hot Dad: No, it’s in the ridge… sorry hot son.”

Hot Son: “Arrrghh!”
*Slams door*

Mmmm….. buttoned up meat clips… *droools*

Hang on… those are instructions!? You mean I have to button them up mySELF!?

I’m speechless, not coming back here again.

I can see Indiana Jones evading the exploding chickens at the Temple using his frying noodles.

Mongolians do have their special Chinese dishes.

(Not in photo)

Heavy celebrates hot son bitch!

The sound like bad names for martial arts attacks “Temple explodes the chicken”

I’ve hiked frying-hot mile-long ridges before, but never when the stem was responsible!

Heavy change from sandvich to chicken! Is credit to team!

omg you son of a mushroom chicken!! clean your menu with orbit!

After four days on the trans-Siberian railway and a night on the bus, anything looks good.

Engrish on the menu is translated from the Russian, which was translated from the Mongolian by Icelandic scholar.

super! does something think it’s expensive?

In Communist Mongolia, noodle fry you!

That chicken believes that being hot and slippery makes allows him to do whatever he pleases. What a son of a mushroom!

Which ever came first, the chicken or the son of chicken, or the slippery son chicken of mushroom? Now, a question that!

In Mongolia, noodle fries you!

Deal customel, dont wolly, no H5N1, thanks to the temple

I have heard how reasonably priced food is in China. I don’t know the exchange rate, but apparently they have found a way to put the food to work in the scullery. Ladies should beware when the hot son of chicken is celebrating, unless you really want the noodles of you fried!

To the tune of Button up Your Overcoat
Button up your me – eat clips
When you’re on a spree
Slippery son of chicken
You belong to me!

So THIS is what monks do for fun…explode chickens???
What next…exploding YAKS???

It’s the most action-packed menu yet! (Not recommended for young children)

Temples of exploding chickens?! Must be islamic chickens.

I hope our friends weren’t frying our noodles when they said this was a good place to eat.

Your noodle’s about to be fried — if ya know what I mean

Damn that’s good, you slippery son of a chicken!!!

I think this just fried my noodle.

What language is the version in the middle? No, it isn’t Russian. Could it be Mongolian? Wikipedia says Mongolian is written with Cyrillic letters.

Slippery son chicken of mushroom…my new favorite insult.

The farmer is… ? What?!

Slippery son chicken of mushroom, leave me hanging like that.

Slippery son of a mushroom… the temple exploded my chicken!

Yes, middle names are Mongolian.