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Dog’s tongues.
Wren’s livers.
Chaffinch brains.
Jaguar’s earlobes.
Wolf nipple chips, get ’em while they’re hot, they’re lovely.
Dromedary prezels, only half a dinar. Tuscany fried bats.

Dog’s tongues. Otter’s noses. Ocelot spleens.

Haven’t got any nuts, sorry. I’ve got wren’s livers, badger’s spleens.

Otter’s noses?

Now that is a trophy hoss. What did he score?
Was it a .30-06?

According to my wife’s husband, that is a dead horse, and dead horses are awesome.

Totally off thread, but so what? Chickens have feelings, y’know.

I’m thinking of stuffing some American Tourists …. after all, it is only fair?
You want Kim Dot Kom, and we want more American Lamp Shades!

@Brian, That can’t be kosher.

Brian. Brian Cohen.
Oh, that is. . .lovely. Inanoffbeatsortaway.

How would you feel about it showing up (attributed back to this blog and your identity as given here) on facebook? I ask because I’d love to do that, but I can understand if you don’t want it to happen.

Um. And. That is an /incredibly/ creepy image, and the explanation doesn’t make it better.

If I said “to be or not to be, that is a question” should I also sign in as William Shakespeare?

Not a bacefook victim meself and I am not a licensed bacefook adviseur but you would probably finally meet some literate people there. Older British folk. A handful of Murkans. A smattering of red sea pedestrians. They’d smoothen the gaping potholes in your pop culture exposure.

http://corky.net/scripts/life_brian.html

On a topic of hosses, in a certain westrn state where hoss slaughterin’ gotten legal the price of hoss went up. See? a win-win. Hosses’ utility I rank below that of a coyote. Mule on the other hand, give me any day. Wonderfully smart and tough critters, cheaper to have too. The mean ones can be sold for profit.

She mounts TESTICLES?! That’s just wrong on so many levels. Apparently she’ll make a pillow out of your dead pet too. Weird woman..

Me, Can’t hark? I get facebooked-about fairly often. I even have an account, whcih I don’t use very often (prolly because it pisses me off that my sweasel account has more friends than my real name account. Even though I signed up with most of my high school graduating class).

Chickens Wearing Sweaters is lovely, JeffS. In partial defense of the battery hen people, they get rid of chickens just when they first moult. And when they moult — even though it’s perfectly natural — they look like shit. In other words, it’s not abuse that makes ’em look like that, it’s mother nature.

Sigh. Wot comes o’ not knowing much about popular culture. I was actually asking Brian. Brian Cohen–who I could swear had a link to a blog in his name. And now doesn’t. But, having googled the phrase, I now /also/ see that what he posted is from Monty Python. So I’ve made a great fool of myself, but it isn’t the first and won’t be the last time. . .

Sweasel,
RIP Andrew Breitbart.

Could you design T-Shirts the say “Avenge Me 11/6/12” with Andrew’s picture? Maybe “I Am Andrew Breitbart” ?

Thanks
K in San Diego

From SNL Weekend Update (c. 1975, paraphrased by me), Jane Curtain reporting:

In a surprising follow-up to last week’s story that Roy Rogers intended to have his late horse Trigger stuffed and mounted for display in the Roy Rogers museum, Mr. Rogers today announced his desire that he be similarly stuffed and mounted after his own demise. When reached for comment, Dale Evans said that she would like to be stuffed and mounted too, but not necessarily in that order.

“free-standing freezer choc-a-bloc full of frozen testicles”
The best line in the article.
Would they be called testesicles?

That woman is a frikken nut case…(Pun intended!) I wouldn’t touch her with Oceania’s tweek!

Her work is a bad attempt at grand art of Taxidermy. She shows her smile and attempts to show the soul of the dead Arabian.

It doesn’ work on either end….. *cough*

The horse is dead, and so is she. More’s the pity.

Amazing how they can make that smile so life like…