The prodigious part of the banquet is the fact that both guests were so anaesthetised by the wine that they have only just now noticed that each of them is missing a leg, bitten off and swallowed by the lion concealed under the table."Hah!" their host is saying. "That will get you back for the time you stank out my library by hollowing out my copy of the Necronomicon to conceal a pork chop where I couldn't find it!"
And when they get over that surprise, and consume the roast "drainpipe rabbit" on the table, he will reveal to them that it is actually a rat that the cat dragged in.
This was not the golden age of party hats, hence the lack of variety.
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Try telling that to a one legged drunk
Catch XXII.
I'm looking forward to dessert.
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Many of the items on the table are nothing but unidentifiable rubble. There is the lopsided cube (butter? Lard? Dice?), the small bent stick, the hotdog bun, the fish head, one third of a snickers bar and various notes and lists.
These guys didn't spend a whole lot of their youth actually LISTENING to their moms, y'know?
The dude at the top of the table is blowing bubbles in his wine, too. Totally NOT COOL
Uh-oh. Ladies, some other ho is working your side of the street.
I am not well pleased by this news.
You must respond to this affront with scorn and derision!
UP ANTIPODES!!!
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