OK, in my hometown we all have webbed fingers, but we think of that as a distinction rather than an ailment.

Plus, I’ll bet your high school swim team always makes it to the state finals.

Major source of food poisoning (diced meats = gastric Russian Roulette)… which is what you have about 1/3 of the time when you think you’ve got “the flu” … & bad for you even when they don’t make you literally ill.

MM puts ketchup on her onion rings – so she can just STFU about ANYTHING anyone else opts to hurl down their piehole. Why do I have this funny feeling that creepy little hate-bot puts it on her ice-cream too? Remember, Ronnie Reagan DID say it’s a vegetable – & it takes one to know one.

Howard….. Wake up.
*slapping face gently*

Howard! Wake UP!!!

FTR:

Pat’s is the best cheesesteak. Period. And no sane person gets it with whiz. American wit, baby.

The best cheesesteak outside Philly is Pat’s in Atlantic City.

Runner-up honors to the White House in AC.

Geno’s is total shit.

Cardinal steaks on 4th and Godfrey makes the best chicken cheesesteak.

It’s not a cheesesteak if it contains any of the following: green peppers, mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, or mayonnaise.

Jambon de Bayonne is the best “fancy ham” I’ve ever had. A good jamon Iberico de Bellota runs a close second.

I’d rather have either than a cheesesteak.

Wow. It’s like she’s Chuck Yeager trying to break through the satire barrier. (“MOCK 1 …. MOCK 2 ….”)

If, you know, Yeager were functionally retarded.

I’m sure this has been covered extensively, but I’d just like to say that, while supposedly invented in Philadelphia, the “Philly Cheesesteak” has been perfected elsewhere (namely, everywhere except Philly.)

Viola’s Subs in Niagara Falls, NY makes by far the best steak & cheese I’ve ever had. Mmmm. Google Maps says it’s 415 miles from where I’ll be living after July. Too far to drive for a sammitch? I think not.

I pride myself on my exactitude. As you’ll see from this letter, I provide copious detail and try to be as precise as possible when describing the ways in which Mr. Matt McMahon, Esq. should be responsible for his own actions.

For openers, if Mr. McMahon succeeds in his attempt to make pigfucking socially acceptable, it’ll have to be over my dead body. In theory, he fears nothing more than the truth. But in reality, if history follows its course, it should be evident that he has announced his intentions to caricature and stereotype people with other forms of zoophilia.

While doing so may earn Mr. McMahon a gold star from the mush-for-brains pigfucking crowd, he thinks that he can scare us by using big words like “pseudolamellibranchiate”. Of course, thinking so doesn’t make it so. One last thing: This is explicitly or implicitly expressed or presupposed in most of the material I plan to present.

That’d be nice.

Too bad we have these steak and bacon presidents, full of death, cost a lot, and drags down everyone’s health overall, and leaves a big bloody mess.

Cheesesteaks are among the worst things you can eat in this country. Dog and pony show content is what makes loser commentators like Malkin exist.

But hey, without this trivial drudgery, would we really be human?

Why does God have no neck?

Per thread below, McMahon is using the complaint generator, so it’s pointless to argue. Set phasers to ‘ignore’, instead.

It is acceptable to wonder why she doesn’t choose the one-paragraph option to spare us some space. Such is the mystery of the troll, I guess.

And it was a male Thai trapeze team, hence the blackmail opp.

Now that I have cleared up any confusion, I shall now go and make shepherd’s pie.