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A little more bang for a buck? Buckaroo Banzai? Bucking Broncos of the world, unite?
Nah ... I got nuthin' ...
Posted by: O the Umanity | January 15, 2013 at 06:16 PM
Oh good grief.
Posted by: Theresa | January 15, 2013 at 06:24 PM
Has anyone seen Camilla since she dedicated that new beef packing plant...?
Posted by: padraig | January 15, 2013 at 06:29 PM
If your burger tastes like horse sweat smells, suspect something.
Posted by: coscolo | January 15, 2013 at 07:55 PM
" You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. "
Posted by: Clankie | January 15, 2013 at 08:31 PM
Serve on Thorough Bread.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 15, 2013 at 09:21 PM
Well, as long as it's just the DNA I guess it'll be fine.
Posted by: jtd7 | January 15, 2013 at 11:06 PM
It's a lean meat. Low cholesterol.
Posted by: wiredog | January 16, 2013 at 07:10 AM
"Food beyond compare, food beyond belief/Mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef."
Posted by: Bill Hudgins | January 16, 2013 at 07:19 AM
Anyone else thinking of that scene in The Simpsons where the school canteen gets a delivery of 'Horse Parts - now with extra Testicles'?
Posted by: LeClerc | January 16, 2013 at 07:39 AM
I vote neigh
Posted by: poker | January 16, 2013 at 09:37 AM
People in other countries sometimes eat foods we Americans won't touch.
On our part, we have Hot Pockets.
Posted by: Steve | January 16, 2013 at 10:16 AM
One of the things my father brought back from the second world war was one of those butcher shop signs with the little prongs. It had wheels to adjust the price per pound, but what was nice about it was the big red illustration of a horse's head identifying the substance in question.
He said he got it in France.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | January 16, 2013 at 12:19 PM
leaves you alittle hoarse in the throat
Posted by: ligirl | January 16, 2013 at 01:20 PM