Cats actually prefer rodent brains, for the taurine content. But any restaurant that has any evidence of the presence of any rodents or rodent material is asking to get shut down.
Ahh, poor Bill; the trials of the Rich and Braindead, having to deal with a self-styled entourage of assorted groupies, fanatics, and psychologically-impared leeches or stalkers….
Note: they called him “braindead,” but Bill the Cat writes long, coherent letters from L.A. to Bloom County!
Imagine over 1 year ago
Entourage = posers, fake friends.
mbakerbr549 over 1 year ago
I thought their burgers came with the Rodent Intestines already IN the burger, not ON it…
Alexander the Good Enough over 1 year ago
Cats actually prefer rodent brains, for the taurine content. But any restaurant that has any evidence of the presence of any rodents or rodent material is asking to get shut down.
Just-me over 1 year ago
When the money disappears, so will the entourage.
Chithing Premium Member over 1 year ago
Enjoy it while you can because what goes up must come down.
Zebrastripes over 1 year ago
Sir, your request is not on the menu…can you select another item….
monya_43 over 1 year ago
ACK!!
1soni Premium Member over 1 year ago
Should have gone to Burger King…“Have it your Way”.
Steverino Premium Member over 1 year ago
Sounds yummy.
Uncle $crooge over 1 year ago
“I’ve just come in at number 25
I’m oh so happy, so glad to be alive
And everybody says it’s gonna get to the top
Life is so easy when your record’s hot
Go tell my mama and my sister, too
Press my trousers and polish my shoes
I might even end up a rock and roll god
It might turn into a steady job
My agent said to me, “son, I always told you so”
Now my record’s number 11 on the BBC
But number seven in the N.M.E.
Now the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories on religion"
Sir R.D. Davies
Buns or Gutter over 1 year ago
Hangers-on and free-riders: the original crowd source.
Sisyphos over 1 year ago
Ahh, poor Bill; the trials of the Rich and Braindead, having to deal with a self-styled entourage of assorted groupies, fanatics, and psychologically-impared leeches or stalkers….
Note: they called him “braindead,” but Bill the Cat writes long, coherent letters from L.A. to Bloom County!