Wednesday, December 27, 2006
A porcine temptress, a platter of pig ribs, and thou. Surely, this is the stuff of nightmare—the cruel, bosomy pig in frilly skirt and garter belt, holding aloft her dismembered relatives. (Have sex and violence ever commingled to such repugnant effect?) Is she peddling their flesh in a craven attempt to spare herself from the roaster? Doesn’t she know that pimps only claim to love their bitches? Once they turn you out, you’re nothing to them.
But let us ask this more mundane question: Exactly what message is the “award-winning bbq team” (bbq team?) from Temple, Georgia, shooting for here? “I don’t know which I want more: to pork the waitress or butcher her and tear the flesh from her ribs!”
Perhaps this harlot has a heart of gold after all, and she'll steer the customers to the salad bar instead.