...Krispy Kreme Chesseburger.
Oh...hold on.
Wait...
Hey, Anne, where's the defibrillator?
...I think I've had a minor coronary, just looking at that picture.
You sure as hell know that you don't need a rabbi to tell you that ain't tref.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
You Hear About It...
...I mean, you read about it and then, proof is provided by the Internet. Courtesy of the Heartless Doll, as printed in SF Weekly and brought to them via Laughing Squid, I give you the...
...Krispy Kreme Chesseburger.
Oh...hold on.
Wait...
Hey, Anne, where's the defibrillator?
...I think I've had a minor coronary, just looking at that picture.
You sure as hell know that you don't need a rabbi to tell you that ain't tref.
...Krispy Kreme Chesseburger.
Oh...hold on.
Wait...
Hey, Anne, where's the defibrillator?
...I think I've had a minor coronary, just looking at that picture.
You sure as hell know that you don't need a rabbi to tell you that ain't tref.
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4 comments:
I feel sick now. Really.
Dale,
Doesn't that get you just right ur-rrrr, gulp...
Excuse me, uh, right here?
The shame of that neesh dish. Loved the difib comment. So funny. How in the f--k could a person eat that and not vomit?
It's like a fried twinkee with the cream sucked out and injected with chili.
wrong as the day is long.
Katie-lah,
How could anyone consume that? I don't know if I could even on a lark.
"It's like a fried twinkee with the cream sucked out and injected with chili."
Or a lard and bacon sandwich.
"wrong as the day is long."
Heh-heh-heh, absolutely.
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