Where soldiers come to relax.
Major Moseley told me about this place up in Rochester, New York. Check out the Garbage Plate. I can't look at that photo without thinking about pleasure and flatulence simultaneously.
Posted by General Ursus at 1:45 PM
Labels: Garbage Plate, New York, Nick Tahou, Rochester
4 comments:
gid rid of the onions...and this looks like a little piece of heaven.
...and I'm sure your wife would think so too after you ate it and pulled a Dutch Oven on her in your bed.
I'm from Rochester, and even with the onions... mmm-mmm. The gas produced by eating these things is the only thing that keeps us warm through the cold Rochester winters.
I guess the smell or rancid flatulence is a small price to pay for warmth.
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