sliced treasure

Onion, gar­lic, an egg, some crack­er crumbs, and a squ­ueeeeze o’ sriracha. Pork, lamb, and duck breast, all ground to­geth­er. Mix, shape into ping pahn sized balls, bake at 350ºF, 35–45 min­utes.

But,
where ees a pen­guin a gonna find a güd loaf a bread?

The bour­geois sen­tinel at Safe­way re­fused to sell me their sand­wich rolls.

So the pen­guin had to be sum­moned. Shoul­da sold me the rolls.

Beak wounds all OVAH dat ass.

Cia­bat­ta rolls are hog food.

Do not in­sult me by serv­ing me a Trib­ble san­do onna fug­gin’ chi­bo­ba roll, sir.

For ’wich.
 
 

—rob­bie ed­monds

Flom­mist Rob­bie Ed­monds would love to sit down with you and dis­cuss his the­o­ries of mind-swap­ping and time trav­el, but it ap­pears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop him­self from do­ing so … AGAIN! Copy­right © 2018 Rob­bie Ed­monds. Im­age com­posed by mehal­lo.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

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