Bullock, don't go any further.
On the other hand, Karl Steel, this post is for you. (H/T Bardiac)
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11 comments:
12 Cann. for me. The big question is: how delicious would I be?
And I bet I could be stretched out with, uh, some Karl Helper, another fine product in the Helper Line.
Preparation is the key; I think a slow roast would be crucial. (I don't like people raw.)
Uh oh. 21 cannibals for me.
This is very very sad: I would feed only nine cannibals. They would be so hungry afterwards they might turn to, um, cannibalism.
I don't know why that number came in so low because I have a huge brain and would like to think that 15 cannibals could dine comfortably on that grey matter alone.
I was wondering how they calculated this - are we going for everything edible, simmering the bones for soup, gnawing on the toes? Or are they just picking out the good parts? Are these plane-crash-lost-in-the-mountains cannibals, or comfortable prosperous cannibals who have just happened to get hold of us? These are important details.
HA! 10 for me, but I would need to pre-approve the recipes.
Y'all are Cracking. Me. Up.
This is really bad. You scrawny chickens are appetizers to my main course. I may not be able to keep off the cannibals!
Karl Helper. I'm imagining box art.
Oh - I'm dinner for 13, too - but I'm well-marbled - cannibals won't need any fancy sauces for ME!
Karl Helper. I'm imagining box art.
I think it's the same old 'glove with a face' as Hamburger Helper, but the mouth would be a bit more...feral, the eyes more desperate.
Alternately, it'd just be a bevy of research assistants (perhaps 11?), chowing down on Charles Gibson's flesh.
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