A fine pickle
- Today was the day. The cucumber sacrifice ritual I was supposed to host was going to start in an instant. I knew the Cats kingdom needed me to hold this event, as I was the only cat in town who did not suffer from cucumbofphobia. It was my duty. Yet here I was, hesitating.
1 - Giant block of cheese sacrifice to please the cow Gods who gave given us said cheese. Bless the cheese
1 - Our highest veneration is expressed through the triumvirate: potatoes, cheese, and gravy. Some call it rosti, some call it poutine. But here, in the land of New Jersey, we call it Disco Fries.
1 - Disco fries with its delicious combo of potatoes, cheese, and gravy! Call it poutine and you’re dead wrong cause we’re in Jersey baby! I opened my Disco Fry shack right on the shore!
1 - Little did I know that the shack was haunted! Every time I made Disco Fries the ghost of Frankie Valli appeared & started singing "Big Girls Don't Fry." I told the ghost that he had the lyrics wrong & that Frankie Valli was still alive, but ghosts don't care about that stuff.
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