Soylent green? Have it your way.
“They’re cooking at the Kellys, yes they’re cooking at the Kelly’s and it’s good, good, good…”
If you’re trying to deflect an accusation that you’re using human flesh in your consumer goods, you might want to avoid mentioning the term “entire family.”
Just sayin’.
Say hello to my little friend.
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.
I made the doughnuts.
Say, Mr. Montoya … wasn’t there something else you were supposed to remind someone about?
True story:
1973-74, we (Mom Dad, 9yo bro & 11yo me) saw Soylent Green at the Drive-In. Either that night or soon after, we went to the local Frisch’s Big Boy for dinner. At that time, they were just starting to serve dessert pies.
On the wall was a poster with a little old lady holding a pie with the caption
“There’s a little bit of Grandma in every Frisch’s pumpkin pie.”
The waitress wondered why we all were laughing so hard. She hadn’t seen the movie yet
so I’m sure our explanation just made her think we were weird (which we were, of course-
especially since the next day, Dad & all of us collaborated to write a song about it.)
My bologna had a first name, he was O-S-C-A-R.
My bolonga had a second name, it’s M-A-Y-E-R.
Fat kids.
Skinny kids.
Kids who climb on rocks.
Tough kids.
Sissy kids.
Kids with chicken pox.
Mmmm! Long-pork.
(Dude, are you pulling my leg?)
What? Meatloaf again?