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July 29, 2015
The Spamela Anderson Burger
Sandwiched between a sun-kissed pineapple upside down cake, sits a beef patty ground with spam, crispy jalapeno rubbed bacon, and a gorgeous sharp cheddar riesling sauce. Playboy, call me. PornBurger | Burger Perverts Welcome
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Your Say
Yuk. Pineapple. I hate pineapple.
Posted by: Fat Man at July 29, 2015 3:25 PM
Dere's sumfink rong wit dat boy.
Pineapples are gawds fruits. Gimme a deserted tropical island overrun with pineapples and I will have achieved instant karma nirvana.
I grew a pineapple in a mayonnaise jar once. Not the whole plant, just the pineapple. When the pineapple was just a fetus I tied the mayo jar over it and left it in the sun where it grew and grew and grew, filling the womb, er, jar. Soon, that little devil could not be restrained and what do you think it did?
Why, it sprouted 2 more little fetuses, er, pineapples right out of the top of that jar. It looked like Mickey Mouse!
I sliced it vertically with a machette and the 2 center slices looked like Mickey too, and cored and peeled, the balance covered the better part of one of my legendary pancakes on sunday morning. Yes, one. And legendary. Could be called aircakes. 2" thick, 8" diameter, and chock full of nothing but pure heavenly goodness. No way you're going to church after eating that thing. You're going to stake a claim on that couch for the next 4 hours.....
Posted by: ghostsniper at July 30, 2015 1:00 PM