Blue Collar Eulogy

I shan't be putting soy sauce on this year's roast. That sounds too much like number one fuckee.
 
I cannot imagine ever a call for such a thing unless we're in SE Asia and the roast is Ox, the Musk...
 
He's an armless, boneless chickenless egg.
He'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg.


Johnny, we hardly knew ye . . . .
 
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