This gets turned into lamburgers, and then it gets eaten.  I wonder what the lamb was thinking as it got slaughtered.  Did it imagine its muscles would be ground and turned into patties?  With some fava beans?  Can you hear its silence?

Maybe blondes do have more fun.

Sitting on the couch on the left is Mr. Harvey Bitterman.

It doesn't take long for him to clear out a room.

Mogwai likes to be held like a baby.

Taos likes to "paint around."

Boz likes to cut vegetables with a cigarette.

Justin likes to go all in with 2-7 unsuited.

I like to see a lot of flops.

Maximus likes Yuri's penis.

Zoe likes fried chicken.

Erica likes burnt corn dogs.

Jeff is going blind.

This is snot funny.

Sarah helps Beth with her omelet-ear fetish.

This doorway marks the celebration of the end of the Mayan calendar.

Colby tells Bobby Conn that he'd love to play in Milwaukee to an empty audience.

Erik insisted on a nacho bar at his wedding reception.  I insisted on eating it.

Six drinks and three people.  I like those odds.

I was still a little hungry after the appeteaser hour.

Steve and I celebrate a big merger, the merger of alcohol and blood.

This was good food, but two filets was quite unexpected.  I was expecting three filets.

I was a little jealous of the kiddie plate.

I've always wanted to eat stuff out of eggshells.  Now I can check that one off of my "to do before I die" list.

Sometimes you've got to get off the wagon and smell the flowers.

It got to the point where James and Roxy had to help each other hold each other's drinks.

Is it a bowl?  A mini vomitorium?  Or . . .

. . . a hat?

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