Since [img] is turned off…
Just as there is a predator/prey ratio for most species it makes me wonder if there is a takeaway/cat ratio.
Could be very Darwinian y’know.
Some Photos of my last trip to GuangZhou, China, earlier this year. Not for the squeamish.
Well, now my chinese food-filled tummy is somewhat queasy. But your last photo of the two little girls, sailor, was worth it.
Very funny. Sweet & sour cat is so delicious.
[Homer Simpson]mmmm, sweet & sour cat [/Homer Simpson]
Very funny Sue, thanx. I’ll be sharing it with friends and taking full credit for it ;).
Spamdammit Sue, you’re almost as warped as me.
Newsflash From The International Desk of Zenspag---------------------------- Newsflash-----------------
Concorde SST Crash Cause Finally Determined:
French authorities still admit that they are baffled by what, exactly caused the crash of the Air France SST, killing all on board. During this morning's press conference one reporter inquired whether the tires had been manufactured by the Firestone Company. Reportedly, the French spokesman slapped his forehead and said, "Mon Dieu!"
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In other International news:
Russia Vows To Reunite Trapped Submariners With Their Wives and Kids:
Earlier today, unnamed Russian military officials reiterated their vow to reunite all sailors aboard the sunken "Kursk" submarine with their wives and children. Following through on their commitment, all of the wives and children have been taken aboard another Russian submarine that will be sunk next to the "Kursk."
Stay tuned for further developments…
And people called ME sick for posting this in a thread a couple of weeks ago. See you at your much anticipated party.
[Homer Simpson] Mmmmmm, Pork… D’oh!!! {/Homer Simpson]
wow, no simpsons fans anywhere on this board at all! 
lol
I did, too…but neglected to give Sue (yowza!) proper accolades for the discovery. Jodi has had me soundly thrashed, however; and I am thoroughly reformed (not to mention curiously tingly…). Don’t hate me because I’m the occasional :wally; hate me because I’m beautiful. 
Or not…:rolleyes: 
Sorry, Sue m’dear. Won’t happen again.
That was so funny! Thanks, Sue!! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to the real lyrics on my Harry Chapin song without giggling though!
Sue darling, that was gut-bustingly funny. I think I will play it on the air at my station.
XOXOXO
- NM
Anyone heard ‘Combo Number 5’ (to the tune of Mambo No. 5)? I can dig up a copy, but don’t have a spot to post it. If someone else does, I can email the file…
Sili
Sue,
thank you.
I have been searching for that song for 2 years.
I got it in my mailbox this morning. I LMAO, but maybe I’m just sick.
Notes From An Inexperienced Chili Taster Named FRANK,
who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:
"Recently I was honored to be selected as an outstanding
Famous celebrity in Texas, to be a judge at a chili
cook-off, because no one else wanted to do it. Also the
original person called in sick at the last moment, and I
happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking
directions to the beer wagon when the call came. I was
assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the
chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and besides they told
me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I
accepted.
Here are the scorecards from the event:
Chili # 1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could
remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me
two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst
one. These Texans are crazy.
Chili # 2: Arthur’s Afterburner Chili
JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno
tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to
be taken seriously.
FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I’m not sure
what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to
wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich
maneuver. They had to walkie-talkie in 3 extra beers
when they saw the look on my face.
Chili # 3: Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs
more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of
red peppers.
FRANK: Call the EPA, I’ve located a uranium spill. My
nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone
knows the routine by now. Barmaid pounded me on the
back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.
I’m getting shit-faced.
Chili # 4: Bubba’s Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice.
Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side
dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but
was unable to taste it. Sally, the bar maid, was
standing behind me with fresh refills; that 300lb.
wench is starting to look HOT, just like this
nuclear-waste I’m eating.
Chili # 5: Linda’s Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers
freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very
impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use
more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a
strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer
focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me
needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when
I told her that her chili had given me brain damage.
Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer
directly on it from a pitcher. It really pisses me off
that the other judges asked me to stop screaming.
Screw those rednecks!
Chili # 6: Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good
balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers,
onions, and garlic. Superb.
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled
with gaseous, sulfuric flames. No one seems inclined to
stand behind me except that slut Sally. I need to
wipe my ass with a snow cone!
Chili # 7: Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on
canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally
threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment.
I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3.
He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing
uncontrollably.
FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the
pin, and I wouldn’t feel a damn thing. I’ve lost the
sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made
of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which
slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of
lava-like shit to match my damn shirt. At least during
the autopsy they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to
stop breathing, it’s too painful. Screw it, I’m not
getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck
it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.
Chili # 8: Helen’s Mount Saint Chili
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili,
safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare
its existence.
JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili,
neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was
lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell and pulled
the chili pot on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going
to make it. Poor Yank.
FRANK: ----(editor’s note: Judge #3 was unable to report)