You say bologna, I say baloney
Oozing pink delight
Everything is relative, really. Even lunch meat. Take baloney. If you’re poor and that’s all you have to eat, the stuff will start to taste like the flesh off a dead man’s buttocks. If you eat anything you want and crave baloney once or twice a year, it’s like prime rib. Mechanically separated meat goodness, is what it is. A million adorable children singing what sounds like a euphamism for a sex act cannot be wrong.
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My bologna has a first name, it’s O-S-C-A-R
My bologna has a second name, it’s M-A-Y-E-R
Oh, I love to eat it everyday,
And if you ask me why I’ll say. . .
‘Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way. . .
With B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
My bologna has a second name, it’s M-A-Y-E-R
Oh, I love to eat it everyday,
And if you ask me why I’ll say. . .
‘Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way. . .
With B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
July 2nd, 2009 at 10:55 am
That picture makes me queasy…
September 11th, 2009 at 5:40 pm
Um, before I realized what it was … I thought it was strawberry soft serve.
Gross.
On both accounts.
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