as opposed to Food for thought... get it? I crack me up.

The loss of the forum was also the loss Per's international culinary delights!

Just came by something that probably only Chrestus and I have seen so far. The Onion AV Club's review of Carbonated Yoghurt!

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Chrestus, you, and I, Spazz..

Ha! Donavan couldn't delete his thread before Another Satellite quoted it!
Now that is funny!

Hhm, maybe I should treat you folks with some more disgusting dishes?

Have you heard about surströmming?

I love McSweeney’s reviews of new food:

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For example:

Naked
All Natural Antioxidant
100% Juice Smoothie

Submitted by John Zackel

The Walk of Shame, as it used to be called back in the 20th century, is typically defined as one's walk home after a sexy night spent at a lover's. The "walk" part of it is pretty self-explanatory, but the "shame" part comes in because you don't take a shower in the morning. Your breath, as Vonnegut so nicely put it, smells like mustard gas, and you don't have any deodorant, and your hair looks like one part Flock of Seagulls and one part wet dog. During this Walk of Shame, your chance of encountering a distant relative, a TV news reporter filming stock footage of homeless people, or, more likely, every person you've ever known, increases inversely with your attractiveness at any given moment.

"Hey, So-and-So," someone might say from across the street, waving you over. "You look like shit!"

You quickly try to smooth out your hair. "Thanks, Father Thomas," you might answer.

He'll sniff the air as you approach. "Have you been having relations before marriage, So-and-So?"

"No, Father Thomas," you'll answer, crossing your fingers behind your back.

"I have to say, So-and-So," he'll say, "you smell like booty."

"No, sir!" you'll pipe up. "It's just this Naked All Natural Antioxidant Juice Smoothie I have with me." And you'll hold up the Naked All Natural Antioxidant 100% Juice Smoothie you purchased for a whopping $4 (!) at the gas station across the street from your lover's house.

"Well, I'll be a monkey's grandson! That Juice smells like a [slang term for a horribly vulgar sexual act, named after a city in Ohio]!"

You'll nod aggressively, unscrew the plastic cap, and take a swig of antioxidant goodness. You'll make a satisfied sound, then hold the plastic recyclable bottle up to the light of day. "Just juice!" you'll shout.

Father Thomas, or whomever you might be talking to, will gladly accept your fervor, pat you on the back, and ask you why your generation is so accepting of homosexuals. Before you offer an informed, convincing explanation of why Father Thomas is a bit of a hypocrite (if you know what I mean), you'll take another swig from Naked All Natural Antioxidant 100% Juice Smoothie and decide right then and there: Healthy Never Tasted So Good.

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Or...

Coca-Cola with Lime

Submitted by Kevin Plumb

Whenever I hear Nilsson's "Coconut," my ears perk up, just like the people in the Coca-Cola marketing division wanted them to. But when I realized that this song by a very talented singer-songwriter was being used to shill yet another flavored-cola drink in a commercial that then proceeds to intentionally mangle the lyrics, well, the reader will just have to forgive my bias against the product. As a professional, I will try to assess the product as fairly and objectively as I can.

It tastes like cleaning fluid.

Honestly. On my mother's grave, I swear, you might as well just give me a glass of Pine-Sol for all the epicurean enjoyment this citrus-flavored swill is going to provide me.

Drano! That's it! Just take some Drano, swish it around in a glassful of sweat, drink the entire concoction, and you just might be able to get the taste of this product out of your mouth. You'd think Coca-Cola would learn by now. Stop fucking with your product. All I or anyone else on the planet wants from you is Coke and the Complete Lack of Presence of Anything Else.

Oh, and no more picking on singer-songwriters with a three-and-a-half-octave vocal range. Just because they're dead doesn't mean you can rewrite their lyrics.

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Am I the only person not understanding a single post on this thread?

Your friend in confusion.