Wednesday, June 25, 2008

well, next time somebody poison him

reminds me of a Parokya Ni Edgar song whose title involves cooking and mothers.

1 comment:

Jego said...

"Listen, Madame President, you think you could, uh, russle us up some grub before we start the meetin'? I could use a giant steak right about now. Apron's over there, by the way."

"Yes, Mr. President. How would you like your steak?"

"Medium. Got that?"

"Yes, Mr. President, sir. Thank you, sir. Medium it is. By the way, you look really handsome."