So following the same reasoning as the restautrant, If I have some friends over, and I decide to cook, lets say a pork loin roast, and I maranade it in my own urine, I can convince everyone that we are eating “long pig”. Damn, and we just missed the Labor Day cookout.
How did they get close enough to collect tiger urine without being eaten?
Well?
Anybody know how it tastes?
Perhaps there are some kinky tigers.
Well, I shouldn’t let out the secret but, that family in PapSett’s post? They actually did that on purpose. They’re part of a group of stealth tiger-urine collecters…
This thread has definitely put me off Frosted Flakes.
Like chicken, of course. Exactly like chicken. But a chicken with really poor hygiene.
Oh, dear. Just imagine what Tony the Tiger sprayed on those.
“De tiger, he does not always ween.”
“Oh, waiter! What’s this tiger urine doing in my donkey?”
“The backstroke.”
I know that punchline doesn’t go with a phrase like that, but it’s the first thing I thought of.
“Waiter, this meat tastes like shit.”
“You’re getting close, sir.”
Mmmmmm…* Chicken.*