I just ate one of those, but it's not the burger that'll get ya -- it's the vodka.Veteranam ne pora li sabratsya?
Pora, drug, pora. And I think it's funny I wrote about mispronouncing things, and called them the Pleiades. I of course meant the Persieds.
O ze bitter bitter irony.
Why don't I understand this? What the hell is wrong with my brain!?
"hamburger of doom" sounds like the cause of a bout of food poisoning - sushi of evil, sausage roll from hell, etc.
Frog: Harbinger! Harbinger!
That last comment was, in reality, the only remaining line from Kafka's "lost play" the masterpiece which he finished on his deathbed then promptly through into the fire. A scrap of paper survived, on which was written, "Frog: Harbinger! Harbinger!" The very last line of the play. Your mission, should you choose to accept it -- finish the play. If you do, I'll write the hollywood adaptation.
Threw, of course, not through.
My friend's 3-year old went through a Titanic phase during which she would tell anyone who listened that the Titanic was destroyed when it ran into a huge cheeseburger.Those damned meat patties!!