You awaken.

Your head feels like a French nightmare.

You remember the 3 cases of Armenian Buffalo Expectorant you drank last night.

The bacon smells like Nan’s stew (a bad thing).

What do you do?

You do this:

Last night’s mash+flour+butter+rolling pin+heat+brown sauce=


You do this because you:

a)  am cookin’ wit boo-tane of the highest quality,

b) are known to your friends as Senior Mustard.


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