Joke

[Martok]

I think anybody who finds a reason not to enjoy gravy -- however it's colored -- is just not doing it right.

Give me your white, with brown bits,
Your dark masses yearning to smother free range turkey,
The wretched refuse of your teeming, dripping meats,
Send these, the gravies, the slowly simmered, to me:
I post on GrogHeads, the golden forum

LOL!  Truly, you have a poet's soul platypus -- not to mention a proper love of gravy.  ;) 

[skeptical.platypus]

I think anybody who finds a reason not to enjoy gravy -- however it's colored -- is just not doing it right.

Give me your white, with brown bits,
Your dark masses yearning to smother free range turkey,
The wretched refuse of your teeming, dripping meats,
Send these, the gravies, the slowly simmered, to me:
I post on GrogHeads, the golden forum

LOL!  Truly, you have a poet's soul platypus -- not to mention a proper love of gravy.  ;)

Actually, I'm a hack who loves gravy enough to plug references into other poet's words. Now, bacon? -- there's a muse worth some poetry:

Love to eat 'em bacons,
Bacons what I love to eat.
Bite thy little heads off,
Nibble on thy tiny feet.



(Ok, that may have worked better in my Tauren gnome-stomping days. Or maybe something related to cats.)

[GDS_Starfury]

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl."

The priest asks, "Is that you, little Joey Pagano?"

"Yes, Father, it is."

"And who was the girl you were with?"

"I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."

"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?"

"I cannot say."

"Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?"

"I'll never tell."

"Was it Nina Capelli?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."

"Was it Cathy Piriano?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?"

"Please, Father! I cannot tell you."

The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself."

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"

"Four months vacation and five good leads..."