Posted on 05/14/2007 7:54:10 PM PDT by gpapa
ELDERON, Wis. --Around here, it may be tough to pass up anything deep-fried.
Wisconsinites have deep-fried cheese curds, candy bars and Twinkies. They now have deep-fried livestock testicles, too.
More than 300 people paid $5 for all-you-can-eat goat, lamb and bull testicles Saturday at the ninth annual Testicle Festival at Mama's Place Bar and Grill in Elderon in central Wisconsin.
(Excerpt) Read more at boston.com ...
Good for the yang.....
Hillary stared across the room at Bill and thought, it’s time for a family vacation to Elderon, Wis. so we can “fix” some family issues.
Wasn’t there a scene from a Chevy Chase movie about this?
“Stallone admits hormone charges”
title of the thread posted immediately after this one....:)
Guess dey nebber hurd ub dis in Bwost’n. Kind of an “out west” thing. Uh, they grow on ya....unless your female or Hillary type.
Note to dummy: Your is supposed to be you’re.
Besides, I think that she just liked the idea of eating testicles in general... I'm lucky I got away from her with mine in-tact!
Mark
When I was a young’un, and worked for an old friend of my Dad’s after calving was over, we would work the calves over. Vaccinating, branding and cutting the little bull calves. The rocky mountain oyster were always gathered and then later cleaned and a big feed was on.
Good one!
Aw, NUTS !!
Hey Dere! You gots to read dis a couple-two-tree words on how ta talk like yer from Scansin, hey. Hit’s a humdinger! Sit down witch’er brat an’ brewski an, cripes sake, in da spirit of Bart an Vince, taka gander, yahhey? I gotta say, doh, dat I got dis from a fren’ of mine, doncha know, so I ain’t sure were it come from. Scuse me now I gots to git a drink from da bubbler.
I’m simply amazed at the number of city folk that are weirded out about this...guess there’s no need for a neck check on FR these days.....
Uh yeah. And is it any wonder we also had Ed Gein and Jeffrey Dahmer?
No Republican politicians on the menu, I’m guessing.
T’anks! Oy needed dat.
Try sweetbreads, not sweet breads. They are great, if cooked correctly. Uh, look ‘em up.
"After being expelled from school at age 15, the Tasmanian Devil takes to the ocean (his only professed love) and embarks on a series of misadventures, including a stint as a gold prospector in New Guinea and subsequently finds himself on trial for the murder of a Kanaka tribesman ("probably the only situation I was ever in where no woman was involved"). Later for some fast cash, he takes a job as a farm hand on a sheep ranch in Queensland, Australia ("All I had to do was . . . bite off the young sheep's testicles. Dag a hogget. I had good teeth") and eventually falls into some dishonest money handicapping cockfights in the Philippines (his secret - "a dab of venom on the beak")."
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