A particular flavor
Harold was in his favorite deli, when he
His waiter, the unfortunate person who
drew the short straw, went to his table.
“This food tastes terrible. Make it again,”
“No problem,” said the waiter, clearing the
Still dissatisfied, Harold asked to
speak to the cook.
“There’s something wrong with this
food,” he said, pointing at his dish.
“There’s nothing wrong with the food,”
said the cook. “You work for the Death
Department, don’t you?”
“It’s the DEFENSE DEPARTMENT,” said Harold,
glaring at the man.
“Well, from now on, everything you eat here,
will taste like WAR. Bon Appetit.”
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that…
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