Whenever we go out for Chinese, which is a lot, I love to read the menus.
Who wouldn't want to dive into a delicious bowl of whatever that is?
Sticky purses and strippers.
What if I want the shitty broth?
Duck tongues and chicken ankles... Maybe I just grew up very sheltered, but WTF?
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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