If my final judgement involved being cooked into my favorite food, this is where I would end up.

Poor kid, no one feeds him.

Your music reminds me of Gitmo.

All that sweating he did onstage - pure MSG.

What mischief is that curly-faced scamp up to this week?

Animals are food, not friends. Even April O'Neil knew that someday her friends were destined for the soup pot.

I hope those noodles are al dente or Chewy won't be chewy enough.