The title of your thread was too tempting.
You get it……people
I have a twisted sense of humor
The title of your thread was too tempting.
You get it……people
I have a twisted sense of humor
Oh I see. You soylented yourself.
Ever?
Three dead rats in the freezer awaiting an honorable burial with a wake at my girlfriends parents farm.
Right now?
IDK my matjes (marinated herring fillets)?
How does one host a wake for a rat? Catered cheese platter?
Odd fish is a pretty weird one but shit, I’ve got an octopus unless the herrings are red in which case I’ll have to rethink my joke.
Sort of! They were our pets and we gave them a Viking funeral pyre on a small pallet wood raft on their pond while eating grilled cheese over a campfire
Oh that’s nice my sister has had a few Guinea pigs in the freezer over the years.
What else ya gonna do? We lived in North Philadelphia at the time so no yard no parks, didn’t want to bury them in the vacant lot next door.
Yes your way sounds much nicer.
And digging holes has almost gotten me in lots of trouble.
Imagine a Philadelphia PD spotlight, drunk voice over the speaker:
“Hey kid, hands up, the fuck are you burying over there with that shovel?”
“Frozen rats, officer.”
Ahh informants eh…
Are the cops routinely drunk?
I miss Philly sometimes for things like the annual unscheduled PPD vs PFD brawls when one of them hits the other rushing to a call. And how they grease the poles downtown and elsewhere in the city with hydraulic oil or Crisco before big sports victories or basically anytime there’s a celebration gathering downtown:
Ok that’s funny.
So what do you do for a living?
Pole luber.
I mean we have burning police car sport riots too.
It looks quite pagan.
So is the meat and cheese actually up there or do you grab coupons or something?
Both!
There’s whole hams and salame hanging up there and cheeses all in the mesh bags and also money, you get up there and throw a 20 pound ham at your friend on the ground.
There is much about Philly that is somewhat pagan in a very Catholic way.
Looks like fun. Throwing meat at your friends is fun. We used to throw the meat from McDonald’s cheeseburgers at each other. An excellent projectile.
We used to get the slider party boxes from the White Castle next to our flophouse SRO in Brooklyn and do acid and feed the pet raccoon we had in the backyard. One night someone started taping the little slider boxes shut so they could throw them at people as they came out the back door of the house, to watch their anger turn to surprise pleasure or more anger depending on their level of vegan-ness or hangover.
Fuckin Columbus day… Forget about it. Oh.
Sounds legit, thanks for sharing!
My pleasure… now I want fries.
Also, we can’t get Kenebecs here in AZ except as a food business owner, so if you come up with any tricks for alternative potatoes, I’m all ears !