Bring on the tofu
Sign in the window of the Caribbean butcher shop down the street from my apartment:
Burnt cow face!
Goat head!
"Ya mon!"
I'm sure there's an awesome joke about cultural diversity in there somewhere, but I'm just way too grossed out to bother looking for it.
Burnt cow face!
Goat head!
"Ya mon!"
I'm sure there's an awesome joke about cultural diversity in there somewhere, but I'm just way too grossed out to bother looking for it.
posted by Helen the Felon at 1:53 PM
10 Comments:
What does one do with cow and goat heads?
I remember grocery stores used to sell them.
Aside from Satanic rituals, I have no idea. Either way...blech.
Oh yeah..that will get the taste buds excited..NOT!
Eating cow head would still be better than dealing with a human-worm-baby, IMHO.
Could have been worse.
Testicles could have been involved.
Goat/sheep testicles I mean.
Actually the burnt cows face bothers me more than the goats head.
Ya Mon.
And they suck at haikus.
i think you must live in my old neighborhood!
*sigh* this reminds me so much of living in Chicago's korea town with the gutted pigs, hung by the neck ducks, and still squirming on the line fresh squid tentacles hanging in the shop windows... Hmmm... no wonder I was thinnner in Chicago.
Don't knock Goat Head until you try it. I am really mad at Dan because I asked him to get pictures of your cans when he met you in NY and he FAILED MISERABLY. So .... ask Dan for my email address so you can send pictures to me yourself. Gosh, you can't rely on him for anything other than the ability to get ANYONE he meets shitfaced.
We used to call my fifth grade teacher Burnt Cow Face. She inspired some wonderful drawings from her students.
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