Puke on a Biscuit


Imagine you a friend.

And this friend called you one day

He told you he made this wonderful French dinner.

He shows up to your house.

And puts this catastrophe on your plate.

Puke on a Biscuit

Well, you’d have no choice.

You’d man up, and grab your fork and dig it right in. Right into the back of his hand. Then you’d repeat as necessary to ensure this never, ever occurs again. 

Lesson: Just cuz we’re fatties, doesn’t mean we eat any pile of pig slop you toss our way.


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