“Nothing wrong with dog’s milk. Full of goodness, full of vitamins, full of marrowbone jelly. Lasts longer than any other type of milk, dog’s milk.” “Why?” “No bugger’ll drink it. Plus the advantage of dog’s milk is when it goes off it tastes exactly the same as when it’s fresh.”
Moe: Garage? Hey fella’s the Garaaage. Well ooh la-di-da Mr. Frenchman. Homer: Well what do you call it? Moe: A car hole.
I read that as “chicken-n-pork, dogs’ milk” until my brain processed it the right way…
I don’t think I’ll ever follow a recipe from Williamsburger.com again.
“Nothing wrong with dog’s milk. Full of goodness, full of vitamins, full of marrowbone jelly. Lasts longer than any other type of milk, dog’s milk.”
“Why?”
“No bugger’ll drink it. Plus the advantage of dog’s milk is when it goes off it tastes exactly the same as when it’s fresh.”
Chris Kust:
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What, and put you off your tea?”
Beer comes in a box now? Like wine?
Beer comes in cans inside a box. So kind of.
“Carton Of Beer” where I am.
Moe: Garage? Hey fella’s the Garaaage. Well ooh la-di-da Mr. Frenchman.
Homer: Well what do you call it?
Moe: A car hole.
I think I won’t eat onions tomorrow.