FO-CUS
Here is your re-education:
posted by My Mouth at 9:08 AM
4/12/06
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I'm into cooking. Here's my recipe for Hot Dog Cake: 12 Hot dogs, thoroughly boiled. 1 lb. sugar. 14 Hand-made hot dog buns. 2 gallons of store-brand mustard. Mix half the sugar and all of the hot dogs together in a large mixing bowl. Beat off regularly until creamy. Then, for the icing, mix the mustard and the rest of the sugar until spoon can stand up straight in the bowl. Bake the hot dog mixture at 375 degrees F for 45 minutes. Place on a big rack. Let it cool until all the juices run down the big rack. Slather the "icing" on the cake. Make oblong slices of cake and place into the hand made hot dog buns. Eat. Puke. Repeat.
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10 Comments:
Uhhhh...I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.
I CAN'T. I CAN'T. I CAN'T hold up this sign forever.
"This website is truly relentless."
"There's something wrong with you."
"Grow up."
"Please."
"And, for the record, I do not masturbate."
"I won't rise to your bait."
"You pansy paster."
I can't read.
This is not the sign I was initially holding up. Some guy came by and put a huge Post-It note saying "FO-CUS I can I can I can" on my sign. Then he kicked me in the nuts and said, "If you drop that sign, I drop-kick your nuts into next week, you pansy paster." So, I did what I was told.
Somebody get me a bag of ice. My testicles are awfully sore.
Did you ask him what a pansy paster is?
That would've been my first response, even before saying, "Ow."
ow
goo
"goo up"
Yeah. I guess you're right. I should've asked that question.
I'm sorry.
Can I have my bag of ice, now?
Not until you figure out the "pansy paster" thing.
I'll get you some ice then.
At least I'm not asking you about "dairy potential."
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