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Lynda and I have been making an effort to improve our diets. Because of this, I've been trying to reduce my intake of meat, and increase my vegetables, all the while trying ot shop exclusively organic. This invloves a lot of trips to Whole Foods, which is only a block away. One of the wonderful things about Whole Foods is that they sell buffalo meat, which is awsome. Having been good for several days by having vegetarian based dinners, I tought I'd treat myself to bison burgers for the next couple of days. Luckily, it was also on sale. Score!
Because meat l is no longer my automatic meal staple, I like to make it an event, rather than just sustenance. Below is how I did so by invoking the unholy culinary torments of Satan.
First, we set up a nice bread altar. Tjough not apparent in the picture, the bread was used to beat nuns to death before I bought it. That's like 400 points in Hell Scrabble.
We then give Satan a ring by drawing a tasty mustard pentagram. There was nothing exceptionally evil about the mustard. Mustard is mustard, OK?
Next, we select our victim. I arbitrarily chose the Willow Rosenberg action figure from series 1. She was a virgin, then, so that's my justification.
With a quick swipe of the knife and a callous toss of her lifeless body, the ritual is now complete. Her blood was quite chunky. Also, while taking this picture, I left the burger on too long and the smoke set off the alarm. I pretended that it was the screeching of her damned soul. Lynda pretended I'm not retarded.
Hail Satan with Fries!
Because meat l is no longer my automatic meal staple, I like to make it an event, rather than just sustenance. Below is how I did so by invoking the unholy culinary torments of Satan.
First, we set up a nice bread altar. Tjough not apparent in the picture, the bread was used to beat nuns to death before I bought it. That's like 400 points in Hell Scrabble.
We then give Satan a ring by drawing a tasty mustard pentagram. There was nothing exceptionally evil about the mustard. Mustard is mustard, OK?
Next, we select our victim. I arbitrarily chose the Willow Rosenberg action figure from series 1. She was a virgin, then, so that's my justification.
With a quick swipe of the knife and a callous toss of her lifeless body, the ritual is now complete. Her blood was quite chunky. Also, while taking this picture, I left the burger on too long and the smoke set off the alarm. I pretended that it was the screeching of her damned soul. Lynda pretended I'm not retarded.
Hail Satan with Fries!