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AIM: demigoblin
Oh, no! I was going to check today, but I wound up at Friendly's instead!
Dang! (I don't think I could choke down another whopper that soon anyway.)
Cripes, now I'll be all messed up. I was trying to buy enough food so that
I could get a set for Tamf, too. She may CLAIM to only drink whine out of
fancy glasses, but she forgets that I have seen her in action. Why, I can
testify that ....... [CENSORED]
Goblets they blagged there for themselves,
With chips of gold. And from the shelves
With onion rings came wondrous things
Like plastic ears, to play at elves...
(from the Lay of Cholesterol)
Cheers,
Mike
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>Goblets they blagged there for themselves,
>With chips of gold. And from the shelves
>With onion rings came wondrous things
>Like plastic ears, to play at elves...
>(from the Lay of Cholesterol)
*applause*
This loonks like fun! Let me give it a thry... *ahem*
He ordered a box of salty fries,
Of Whoppers, soft drinks, and of apple pies,
Greasy and deep-fried, so fattening,
But sudden the patrons there battening
Saw instead a great vision quite addling
Of diets, sustainable weight control,
Fitting through doors of their hobbit holes,
And arteries unclogged, good health and physique
(if only the path to the gym they might seek),
Of Healthy Choice and of Slim-Fast snacks
Instead of pacemakers and heart attacks
Backwards and forwards swayed their minds
Reeling, foundering, as ever the tines
Of dinner forks rang, and still they fought,
And with all their desperate strength they sought
From Burger King to fly in haste
Rising from benches they all tossed their waste
Depositing them in receptacles
But from the counter great tentacles
Of fragrance wafted forth to kill
The urge to flight, and drain their will.
Then their mouths watered; drooling, drizzling
For flame-broiled patties softly sizzling
On white bread buns, twixt onions and lettuce,
Ripened tomatoes and red fancy ketchup,
Thus with all thought of leaving dispelled,
The captives for more sandwiches yell,
Their kids play. They hardly see.
Their leather belts loosen a notch or three.
Their dinners sit in stomachs like lead,
While doctors shake their knowing heads.
Beef patties flip, the fires burn-
And so we fall before the throne.
walays lurved that Lay of Cholessterol...
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Banazir
(who wouldn't mind seeing Richard Simmons fight a werewolf)