04-23-2009, 09:37 PM
Imagine being invited to a dinner where for the amuse-gueule you are served kangaroo jerky. Then out come the hors d'ſuvres a trio of miniature Korean spicy baby crabs so small they look like red beetles. Another appetizer is presented and you soon discover that its pan-fried beavers tail. A tray of gelatin cakes derived from acorns shows up for your eating pleasure as well. Then theres the Russian bread on which you may either spread the horseradish jam or pure pork fat. Pick your poison. An entrée appears; its a cows udder, naturally. At this point of the meal, you wouldnt be the slightest fazed if a catatonic and drooling Ray Liotta was rolled out on a gurney with a hole on the top of his skull and dessert spoons jutting out of his brain.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.