It's not often we get to take a drunk virgin for a ride.  

  Hey! No one's quoted me!!!  

  Savory Euphamisms

4 Euphamisms
1 piece of toast
Anchovy Butter

Butter the toast with the Anchovy Butter.

Cut into triangle quadrants and place a Euphamism (smooth side down) on each toast triangle.

Best drink to serve with this would be a Black Canadian .

Serve your Savory Euphamisms at your next party and watch 'em snap them up !!!  

  Maybe (Mike Wazowski) ate at Tortilla Jo's and he's leavin' a fierce guacamole log; he does have a bit of a grimace on his face.  

  Sigh. Sometimes it scares me how much I end up on the Alex Stroup side of life.  

  The distinction is "getting loaded into a long black car" as opposed to "getting into a long black car loaded".  

  Capt Jack for president. (if that dont scare ya, nothin will)  

  6 rides on Screamin'? You're going from Screamin' Virgin to Screamin' Whore!  

  CP: You are a poet, but in a good way.  

  I will keep my vocabulary to myself and let the illiterate poor starve  

  I'm in this for the bacon, totally.  

  But I do hate everything. Even the things I like.  

  I'm home. Why is my bra still on?  

  ... And every leap of faith needs to start from a springboard of clear thinking ...  

  Don't come too close - I might smell faintly of pee.  

  Robin Hood is still the only anthropomorphic fox that rings my bell-el-el. Rings my bell. (My bell. Dingalingaling) my beeeeell. Rings my bell.  

  Back in my day we went down to Farmer Rasmusson's sharecropping plot and bought a ha'peck of roasted peanuts for a penny. Then we ate them, molded the inevitable result into bar form and sold it for two pennies to the younger children in the neighborhood as a "Snickers Bar" because that's what we were doing while watching them eat it.

And that's how an American Institution got its start.  

  At home, he waves his stick only there's no cardboard sign at the top.  

  Pixar For President!!  

  Perhaps you've just been migrated to the outer circles?  

  Jesus, even in your dreams you don't invite me to things.  

  Even the completely unconscious chick being dragged around by paramedics had a huge smile on her face.  

  Another first world problem: Not being able to experience actual life horrors sufficient to prevent using hyperbolic comparisons to society level murderers.  

  It was the bacon of days.  

  ...I'm happy with my Red Cart Corn Dog membership card and secret handshake.