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May 24, 2010


Man sucked into sausage seasoning machine

(Thanks to Don Faber, queensbee and Jonathan)


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That HAS to be a euphemism for SOMETHING.

Homeland Security is investigating whether he has Al Qaeda links. Wurst things have happened.

Is that a bratwurst in your pocket?

I'm an Oscar Meyer ...

"So we season our sausage with black pepper (not black people), sage, rosemary, thyme, oregaNOOOOOOOOO . . ."

When I was much younger, I worked at a tire manufacturing plant. The raw rubber was mixed between two huge, heavy rollers that operated like an old washer ringer. The rubber was rolled around these rollers and squeezed through the, maybe, 4 inch gap between the rollers. This happened again and again, mixing the rubber.
One guy reached in during his shift one night to do something unknown. There was no body to retrieve, just a red-tint to the rubber.
We heard they went ahead and made the tires with the rubber but that seems cold even for that company.
I think I'd rather be sausage.

Sausage Man WBA really bad name for an action hero.

Pedro says: "You never saw such a sausage!"

(nursecindy will get that one.)

South of the Border, bonmot?

You got it.

Best. Tourist Trap. Ever.

The old adage is true, you really do not want to see sausage being made.

Bet he's a big hit with the neighborhood dogs.

Most of the folks who work around large machines have some way to lock down machinery so it can't be restarted without having a key that is on the person at risk's person.

I smell a prank that went awry.

They could avoid all this by training pigs to clean the equipment; then if something happened... who'd care ?

So Soylent Green comes in Pepperoni flavor now?

DiLuigi's? Sounds more like Satriale's.

("Sopranos" fans will get that one.)

His mother said he had always been a brat.

The pickle slicer was fired too.

(punchline to an old joke . . .)

Mister, Mr Johnny Levesque, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and dogs will never more be seen
They'll all be seasoning sausages in Johnny Levesque's machine.

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