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The Saturday 'toon is now up at my site. I hope you enjoy it!

Gordon

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haha - nice one!

Reminds me of one of Robert Englund one liners in Nightmare on Elm Street, where he's feeding What'shername's fetus soul food.  (As a seris, I thought that it was superior to the one about the stupid zombie.  After killing Jason for the umphteen time, why they didn't decapitate him just to make sure he stayed that way I'll never understand).
Nice concept, congratulations!
Your truluy,
David P. Hoadley

I love Devil's food! It rates right up there with Satan eggs!!! Great image!

Cheers,
Micheál

Thank you, thank you!!! I'm pretty fond of this one myself. I like that little sinister edge to it.

Gordon

What was Satan Eggs, I'm not familiar with a pun based on that, although I'm sure it's funny.
DPH

Deviled eggs, maybe? You hard boil eggs, cut 'em in half lengthwise, scoop out the yolk and mash it with a little mustard and mayo, then scoop it back IN to the yolk depression. Sprinkle with a little paprika. Very tasty!

Gordon

I KNOW what Deviled eggs are, but Satan Eggs??  I thought that it might be some off color pun on gonads - like the joke that's told here in Israel about the tourist who travels in Spain, and stops off in a restaurant.  At the table nest to him, he sees that someone has been served two huge spherical pieces of broiled meat. 

He calls over the waiter and asks: “Tell me, my man, what is that dish?”

“Bull’s testicles, Senor,” the waiter says.

“Bull’s testicles?” says the tourist, “You mean…”

“Si, Senor,” says the waiter, “after the Corrida, we serve up the bull.  Those are its testicles.  They say they are good for improving the libido.

“Libido, eh,” says the tourist, holding his hands in front of him, as if holding a pair of huge grapefruit.  “Why then, bring me two just like those.”

“Pardon, Senor,” says the waiter, “es impossible’.”

“But why?” asked the tourist.

“Because the bull had only two testicles, you must come back tomorrow.”

“Very well,” says the tourist.

The next day the tourist is again present, and requests the testicles.  The waiter says OK, and goes off to bring him the dish.  However, when he returns and set the dish before him, the tourist sees that the testicles are very small, hardly larger than acorns.

“These aren’t what I saw yesterday!” he exclaims heatedly.

“Pardon, Senor,” the waiter apologizes, “but today it was the Matador who lost…”

Heh! :biggrin: