Note: No animals were injured during the making of this blog entry (except for Ponzi, of course).
Hey, fellas! How did it go?
Like a charm. We got Ponzi!
Yay! I've got the EVOO. Let's cook that puppy uppy!
Let's torture him first
Aw, he's awfully cute. That would be cruel. Let's just eat him. I'm starved.
Yum-o!
I'm out of here, then. Later.
See if he's got my money first.
OK, mutt. Where's the loot? Fork it over.
Arf!
He doesn't have it.
Then, let's commence to cookin', shall we?
Hey, what's going on here? Are you ... cooking ... a
dog? That's freakin disgusting. I want in!
Ewww! Who let Bourdain in here?
Hey, I got your 30-minute meal right here, honey.
What's that, a line of coke and a six-pack?
OK, now. Be nice. There's plenty for everybody.
My wife's coming over for dinner, too.
The more the merrier!
Something sure smells good!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present, mixed grill of
Ponzi!
Ta da!
In certain Chinese insane assylums, the eyeballs are considered a delicacy.
Oh, man. This is better than crack!
Yum-o!
Mmmmmm.
Hey, I brought dessert!
Hey, did you guys see the news? That wasn't Ponzi we kidnapped and ate. That was a Secret Service agent dressed up in a dog suit!
You know, I thought the testicles tasted oddly gamy.
I think "earthy" is the word I would use, Andrew. The testicles were a bit earthy.
... With a hint of maple syrup
Yuck-o! You two sure know your balls. ... Not a huge surprise, actually.
Look who's talking!
Excuse me, but what are we gonna do? The police have a picture of Ernie!
Ernie's a big boy. He can take care of himself. Besides, we ate the evidence. Don't worry about it.
Dude, did you know you have a lady's hand in your toilet?
Hmmm. I don't remember eating that.
Wait ... it's moving. ... Actually, it's not a hand. It's an arm ... with a naked lady attached to it.
Good afternoon gentlemen. My name is ... you couldn't pronounce it. You may call me the Countess of Monaco. May I borrow a robe?
