Cant remove the skin tags? I can help -revs up chainsaw-
To all the fat cows... we know you're out. Get back to your pens. It's feeding time and your skunk soup is getting cold.
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I can hear them oinking now !
This is funny
This is funny
High ^ 5
HUH ?
I have something to say... and if you feel guilty while reading this, than you probably are. I have a new recipe. It's homemade this time, the reason why I don't care about the lies and shit that's been said and spread around about me and people that I care about, is because people that are real and important know the truth.
1 billion pounds of don't give a shit
1 zillion tons of loyalty
1 billion pounds of more don't give a shit
1 Godzillian of a don't care about this place but to fuck with you, knowing you're all lying about people that never even fucked with you, including me.
10 Godzillian tons of you all really need a psychiatric hospital or strait jacket.
Spread all that shit together and you get me.
Eat it up and hate on me all you want. Lying lowlifes. Peace out.
French Fried Skunk
◾2 skunks; skinned & cleaned
◾1 tbsp. Salt
◾water; to cover
◾2 cups bear fat or lard
◾2 egg yolks; beaten
◾3 cups Milk or cream
◾1 1/2 cups flour
◾1/2 tsp. Salt
◾2 tbsp. baking powder
Clean and wash the skunks, making sure that the scent glands are removed.
Cut up into small serving pieces. Place a soup kettle on the stove and add the meat. Cover with cold water and bring to a boil over high heat.
Lower the heat and boil until the meat is tender, about 40 minutes.
Remove all the scum that rises to the surface.
Make a batter by mixing together the egg yolks, milk, flour, salt and baking powder. Mix well until the batter is the consistency cake batter. Heat the bear fat or lard in a deep fryer to about 360 degrees.
Dip skunk pieces in batter then fry until golden brown.
Drain well and serve.
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Is that good over rice ?
A man and his pet skunk walk into a bar. It's about 5pm, but they're ready for a good night of drinking. They start off slowly, watching TV, drinking beer, eating peanuts. As the night goes on they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters, one after the other. Finally, the bartender says: "Last call." So, the man says, "One more for me... and one more for my skunk." The bartender sets them up and they shoot them back. Suddenly, the skunk falls over dead. The man throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave. The bartender, yells: "Hey buddy, you can't just leave that lyin' there." To which the man replies: "That's not a lion, that's a skunk."
Good one, thanks :)
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