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docellis · Post by **docellis** » October 10 06, 11:00 am

I can only assume from your cavalier attitude that you have yet to partake of the wonderment that is the McGriddle. Let me enlighten you. What happens is the One True God grows them on trees in the Elysian Fields using a heretofore unused incantation. He then proceeds to magic them down to your local eatery where whatever Ghetto Bastard cook your McDonalds has rescued from welfare that week proceeds to wrap it in cellophane and pass it along to you, the fortunate consumer. You proceed to ingest this finery in the vain hope that your obviously overmatched taste buds can somehow grasp the delectable intricascies it is suddenly faced with. Is that egg? Why yes it is, and bacon too. But wait-they didn't add...yes they did, yes they did indeed. They added cheese. And then, then my friends, they wrapped it in a sumptuous pancake bun! As your taste buds try to process that amazing piece of information, IT hits them...the syrup nugget. THE MOTHERF KING SYRUP NUGGET! It announces itself with a burst of confectionery grandiosity the likes of which your palate has never seen."

doe_boy · Post by **doe_boy** » October 10 06, 3:06 pm

Wild Cat Malt Liquor

Submitted by Jason Kane

You buy a 40-ounce Wild Cat because it is the cheapest thing to drink at the Stateline Drive-Thru, at a mere $1.49. It's also sort of fun to drink from a paper bag once in a while.

The first sip is delicious—rich and almost woody, but in a good way. Not like licking furniture at all. The second sip is less delicious—you wonder: Does it taste the way the high-school biology lab smelled? The third sip is once again delicious, because you imagine that you have overreacted to the second sip, perhaps under the watchful eyes of your snickering friends. The fourth sip reveals nothing new; your friends have moved on to ridicule American Idol contestants, and now you're left with a hundred or more sips, depending on your enthusiasm, and the beer is slowly warming.

By now, your headache has undoubtedly begun. Faint at first, almost like an emerging sixth sense; you tilt your head. Is it telepathy? TK? Is this dull, loosely disoriented ache the hidden powers of the human brain being released?

No. Wild Cat contains so much formaldehyde that it could almost be used as a pesticide. What party would be complete without the threat of renal failure?

maddash · Post by **maddash** » October 10 06, 3:39 pm

Some very funny beer reviews:
http://www.blacktable.com/beerrun030123.htm

One of my favorites:

Budweiser Tall Boy
I am very drunk. This is the exact kind of thing I want. I just drank it while peeing, thinking to myself that the King of Beers was coming in and the Paupers of Beers were fleeing. That, of course, led to thoughts of why Communism has never taken a hold in the United States and I was just glad I was drinking American.

Rating: Freedom.

omaha_red · Post by **omaha_red** » October 10 06, 3:49 pm

omaha_red · Post by **omaha_red** » October 10 06, 3:51 pm

G. Keenan · Post by **G. Keenan** » October 10 06, 9:02 pm

docellis wrote:
I can only assume from your cavalier attitude that you have yet to partake of the wonderment that is the McGriddle. Let me enlighten you. What happens is the One True God grows them on trees in the Elysian Fields using a heretofore unused incantation. He then proceeds to magic them down to your local eatery where whatever Ghetto Bastard cook your McDonalds has rescued from welfare that week proceeds to wrap it in cellophane and pass it along to you, the fortunate consumer. You proceed to ingest this finery in the vain hope that your obviously overmatched taste buds can somehow grasp the delectable intricascies it is suddenly faced with. Is that egg? Why yes it is, and bacon too. But wait-they didn't add...yes they did, yes they did indeed. They added cheese. And then, then my friends, they wrapped it in a sumptuous pancake bun! As your taste buds try to process that amazing piece of information, IT hits them...the syrup nugget. THE MOTHERF KING SYRUP NUGGET! It announces itself with a burst of confectionery grandiosity the likes of which your palate has never seen."

Where does this come from doc? Btw, about 2 years ago my brother described the McGriddle in almost the exact same terms.

Post by **heyzeus** » October 10 06, 9:06 pm

docellis · Post by **docellis** » October 10 06, 9:07 pm

G. Keenan wrote:
docellis wrote:
I can only assume from your cavalier attitude that you have yet to partake of the wonderment that is the McGriddle. Let me enlighten you. What happens is the One True God grows them on trees in the Elysian Fields using a heretofore unused incantation. He then proceeds to magic them down to your local eatery where whatever Ghetto Bastard cook your McDonalds has rescued from welfare that week proceeds to wrap it in cellophane and pass it along to you, the fortunate consumer. You proceed to ingest this finery in the vain hope that your obviously overmatched taste buds can somehow grasp the delectable intricascies it is suddenly faced with. Is that egg? Why yes it is, and bacon too. But wait-they didn't add...yes they did, yes they did indeed. They added cheese. And then, then my friends, they wrapped it in a sumptuous pancake bun! As your taste buds try to process that amazing piece of information, IT hits them...the syrup nugget. THE MOTHERF KING SYRUP NUGGET! It announces itself with a burst of confectionery grandiosity the likes of which your palate has never seen."
Where does this come from doc? Btw, about 2 years ago my brother described the McGriddle in almost the exact same terms.

I'm reading a book called "I hope they serve beer in hell" by Tucker Max.
if you google mcgriddle and tucker max, you'll see the story.

Post by **heyzeus** » October 11 06, 7:22 am

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid ... =dj+format

omaha_red · Post by **omaha_red** » October 13 06, 11:45 am