Posted on 08/16/2007 2:12:55 PM PDT by blam
Whaaattt?!? No jokes about ‘fava beans and a nice chianti’?
I’ll have the roast Methodist with the mango salsa, asparagus with Hollandaise and a glass of Merlot.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
they’re just sorry because they found out how bland Methodists are - they could have eaten spicy Greek Orthodox or Southern Fried Baptist...
"During the course of a few early trips I got to know and befriended a stunningly beautiful Dayak girl named Mary who worked at the Hilton Hotel Kuching. Over the course of a few months we got to know each other quite well and she invited me one June back to her grandparents longhouse to celebrate Gawai Dayak. This was my first trip out to the countryside in Sarawak and I was quite excited and yet a bit nervous to meet her family members for the first time. When we arrived, I noticed in the longhouse along the wall up near the ceiling, human skulls. I remember whispering to her later and asking about it and having her tell me "Oh don't worry about that, you are safe here. That was during my grandfather's time, but we are civilized now!". Her grandfather later explained to me that those were the skulls of a few Japanese soldiers that he had killed towards the end of World War II and some other skulls that had been passed down through the generations."
"I would stay up that first night nervously laughing and drinking copious amounts of tuak with her grandfather, father and three brothers and in my drunkenness shamefully wondering to myself if the potent tuak might accidentally trigger some sort of phyletic circuitry in the brains of my hosts where they could suddenly freak out about something and lop my head off. Eventually though I passed out drunk only to woken a few hours later by a rooster's crowing."
continued...
The Pillsbury Dought Boy....:>)
Baptists are furious, what about an apology for them?
Ecumenical Dietary Caution -
Southern Baptists - Fiery but stringy, tough chewing
Episcopalians - bland
Catholics - Too garlicky and enjoy the pain of boiling too much...
Unitarians - way too sweet
Jews - Don’t taste enough like pork.
Muslims - Too sour to eat.
Maybe start off with some appetizers, perhaps some lady fingers. They can dip into a nice liver pate.
Their national motto is “People Serving People”.
I’ve been reading headlines too long today- I saw “Cannibal Tribe Apologises For Eating Methods...”
LOL! I spose he’d have to be doughty - or doughy - since he didn’t end up on some Papuan’s dinner plate.
"Mother and Father were missionaries."
"They were eaten by their Bible class."
Or, People Who Need People (are the luckiest people in the world)
OK. Two cannibals were eating a clown.
One turned to the other and said...
“Does this taste funny to you?”
People who are eaten by people are the unluckiest people in the world!
"How did you prepare them?" he asked.
"Boiled them with some nice taro root," they said.
The witch doctor then asked to see the clothes of the missionaries. When he spied brown tunics with hoods he exclaimed, "Here's the problem! You boiled them, but these were Friars!"
-JoA
Obey the Slack
Cannibal: mmmm tastes just like soylent green!
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.