On the seventh day of Shelfmas, the critters gave to me…
Seven swines a’sizzlin’!
CLETUS: Say thar, pardner… I reckon you ain’t seen a little lost piggy around these parts that escaped from my farm?
HUNG LO: Sorry, Hung Lo busy frying bacon in wok for almost all you can eat buffet. Care for a slice?
CLETUS: I reckon I am purty hungry after all that huntin’ for ol’ Hammy and am really hankerin’ for some vittles! It better not be made outta hound meat, though! I heard about these dog butcherin’ oriental buffets!
HUNG LO: Not this time….
true… absolutely treu this time…
Nope – not this time…..if you’re real quiet you can hear echoes of the last “oink” old Hammy made before cleaver time!
Depending on how rare the bacon is, we may not have heard the last oink yet!
Ha! If only he know!!
Alas poor Hammy, we knew him well. 🐽🐷
As long as it ain’t parrot.
I can’t cut into Col. Sanders territory…
You struck it lucky with the bottom of that washing up bowl, very grill-like. Have I ruined the magic?
That’s actually the container the Mecca deli uses to package up and chill its leftover chicken to sell off the counter! I threw so many of them away before realizing not too long ago, “You know, I’ll bet this would make a good prop someday!” I figured a boat or something like that, but who knew the bottom made such a nice grill!
It turns out the first thing I used it for was Dr. Chip’s psychiatry couch in July!