I blame the roosters…

Well, it’s about to get eaten at last.

Didn’t even get to pullet?

The chickens must be nuns.

Those chickens are just fowl.

I couldn’t give a FF about the Chicken’s sex life.

Calf Corbel, occurs between the Gastrocnemius and the Soleus.

Well, truth in advertising — it roasted in its own natural juices.

Pity the cicken — the codfish and asparagus had a roll with the hams, at least.

Daily Haiku:

A celibate life,
ruined at both ends, skewered
clean through — tot’lly screwed.

Fully clucked and plucked, but no luck — never, uh, bucked.

Customer: We’ll have the mixed cheese platter — does that come with foreplay?

Server: Depends how fast you eat it.

I said.”Thoroughly masticate your food. MASTICATE! m-a-s-t-i-c-a-t-e.”

“OH! Never mind.”

I wonder if the Banana Tart. is made from Bananas who never had a sex-life too?

too late now

Daily Double Haiku:

STONED: Lived as I died,
fricaseed, grilled, boiled, broiled, baked —
like, totally FRIED.

Why would I want a slow one?

Story of my life.