brains also flat.
Dude, I now have a taste for scrabbled brains and eggs with a side of grits ...
The last time I enjoyed them was at the restaurant located here:
https://www.google.com/maps/place/1244+Hwy+70+W,+Camden,+TN+38320/@36.0538784,-88.1201097,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x887b79c793f36f53:0x5dfe545535a24259!8m2!3d36.0538784!4d-88.117921"Let me guess. You wanna eat my fuckin tail for dessert." Actually, that's not a bad idea. Yummy! <and yes, I've eaten both, albeit never at one sitting but would enjoy both at the same time with a slab of smoked bacon>
"FUCK YOU! What next? Pickled pigs feet?" Dude, that's where I draw the line. Now show me your balls. I wanna try out a new recipe. BTW, do you have a couple dude friends who don't have any plans for the rest of their lives? I don't wanna make a third of the dish depicted below ...
911: 911. State your emergency.
Mr. Pig: Some dude on the Internet wants to eat me.
911: Is that you again, Mr. Pig.
Mr. Pig: Ummm, no. This is Bob. The Internet dude wants to eat my brains, feet, tummy and now my balls.
911: You sure do sound like Mr. Pig.
Mr. Pig: Look bitch! Oink. This is Bob. Oink.
911: Okay, Bob. What's your address?
Mr. Pig: Inside Framer Joe's big red barn. Second stall on the right; fifth stall on the left if you enter from the rear. And please HURRY! I think this is the same dude who stalked Josh Zerlan of BFL in KC.
911: KC as in Kansas City Slab-O-Rama-Ding-Dong BBQ Festival host by
David McClain and his Our Gang of Thieves?