Makes me think of brains and eggs. 
Who would wanna eat something’s brain (other than Hannibal, that is)?
“Mundane and Pointless”
[Louis Armstrong] “Dassa ME! Ohhhhhhh, YEAHHHHHHH!”[/Louis Armstrong]
Quasi
PS: Also corny! 
And just what brought out this silliness this evening?
Just to let you know I will now always have that image stuck in my head when I hear “food for thought”. But I see them all scrambled up.
My kitty says meow-ow-ow to you. Yeah, he kind of stutters.
My (teeming) millions of bestest friends!
No matter how bad I feel, I can always come here and find a reason to smile!
My kitty Bert says Meow-Y’all to…y’all.
Thanks, Kricket!
Quasi
I love crumbed lambs brains.
I feel the urge to vomit now.
It could be the meds but I’m thinking it’s the combination of meds and poor little lamb’s brains.
They have me dosed on pain meds because I may have a degenerating disk in my neck. I have an MRI being schedualed but the pain sucks.
I had a disk replaced in my lower back two years ago. What do they do if all of your disks take a crap? It seems that might be the way I’m heading.
Oh- the lambs are no longer attached.
Hope that helps.
Only if they then are turned into zombie lambs.
That kind of takes the cute out of it and I don’t picture white fluffly easter time lambs laying in a big bloody pile with the tops of their heads opened like a can of spaghettios.
Here in Massachusetts, there is a town named Braintree. It fairly large, and every time I drive to Boston I pass the signs for Braintree and get grossed out. I always picture a big apple tree, heavy with fruit, except the fruit are little pink brains and not apples. I’m glad I don’t live there. Braintree. What a horrible visual.
Hmmmm. Interesting view.
I myself always “turn trees upside down” and think of the branches and twigs as bronchi and bronchioles…
I actually grew up there! It’s definitely a strange town name, but I think it’s either yet another town taken from an English name or a strange translation of a Native American word. That’s pretty much the story behind all our place names here.
My cat Moriarty says he would like to try this zombie lamb. He’ll let you know how it is.
What are the roots, then?
I don’t much like the phrase ‘food for thought’. It was dad’s code phrase for ‘No.’
BAAAAAAAH-RAAAAAAINS!
The roots? The…roots… hmmmmm. Well, see Mr. Johnny… it’s like this… err…Can I get back to ya’ on that?:smack:
I like your simile better anyway!
Q:)
Is it really worse than Peabody?
This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs.
This is your brain on drugs with toast, a side of bacon, and a cup of piping hot coffee.
Any questions?
Forget that.
Is it worse than Athol?
I must see that movie!!!
“Get the flock out of here” will now be my new phrase to use on my own heathens as well as the youth group I work with. That’ll make me way cool in their eyes! Yeah, that’s the ticket!
And my Riley cat is sitting on the toilet watching Cat Tv. That is our fish and his bowl sits on the toilet tank. It’s quite entertaining for the humans.
What they say: You’ve given me something to think about.
What they think: No, you haven’t.
Well it’s better than Randolph, that’s for sure.
Quasi, it seems to me that you would want all the brain food you could get… flees