Patty had it easy…
Photo courtesy of William Veerbeek.
Menu found at Moscow Airport restaurant.
Where does he put it
I’m a meat and potatoes man myself
We’re a little worried about Patty.
♫ Daddy, would you like some sausage?
Daddy, would you like some sausage?
Daddy, would you like some sausages?
Daddy, would you like some sausage?
Sausages? Sausages? ♫
When I married her, I did not know that her father was that way inclined.
It’s the wurst day of his life.
In case of Patsy, it would be Absolutely Fabulous!
Hey, dad, is this your sausage or mine?
Now all he needs is spam, spam, spam, spam, (no sausage) and spam, spam, spam …
Patty got the hen, her father-in-law got the c…
Meat the Fockers.
Hey, Patty, whatever you’re doing with that chicken, you’d better stop right NOW!
It puts the sausage and desserted
Because the mother-in-law said “Nyet!”
Sausage and…. teste? 😕
Oh the THINGS your father made me do before he would consent to our marriage….shudder…
Just right after publishing this menu, the last entry was taken off and replaced with “Father In Law with Patty the chicken”.
Who’s up for a game of “hide the sausage?”
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous potato.
That’s enought to make anyone go vegetarian.
Good evening, Mr. Kafka. One of your literary creations tried to test me. I ate him with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
From the same chefs who invented “Fatty cow in the United States in dad in sand in.”
@DnT. Ya. But dese fokkers were MIGs
Get your sausage out of your father-in-law. You don’t know where he has been.
Ivan Markovic, may his tribe decrease, Awoke one night from a dream of geese, And saw in the gaslight in his room, Making it rich like the nutgrass in bloom, A sausage therein, on a book of gold. To his questioned WTF? the goose said to the dork, I write the names of those who most love pork, Ivan asked; Is my name there? No it is not, said the goose, old and sere, Ivan said. Let it be writ. The following night Ivan the goose did behold, With the sausage on the book of gold, Who said, tonight I… Read more »
Cock a doodle doo. Or as Patty says, any c…’ll do.
I don’t know about the father-in-law, but I bet Homer Simpson is glad that his sister-in-law Patty somehow ended up on a menu. Now if only Selma would join her as the chicken… mmmm, chicken.
The thought of a number of assorted Pattys is somewhat titillating.
GOT IT! Ivan Markovic may his tribe decrease, Awoke one night from a dream of grease, And saw there in the gaslight in his room, Making it rich like the nutgrass in bloom, An wizard therein writing in a book of gold. To his questioned WTF the wizard replied, I write the names of all they who most love sausage, For only they will go to heaven I do presage, Ivan asked, Is my name there? No it is not. Said the wizard old and sere. Then let it be writ, Ivan cried. The following night the wizard did Ivan… Read more »
I googled smams, since I have no idea what it is. The first site was for Substance Abuse and Mental Health. Thanks Russia
colder than an Ice Age
twenty is a nice age
In Soviet Russia…
I’m fine with a father-in-law loving whoever he’s going to love, but that Patty is a freak.
Samsa is just asexual.
this explains the sausage and teste
Junkyard, your pun has a double kafkian bottom here – most probably you know that a samsa (same as samosa) also is a kind of food 🙂
just in case, in Russian “teste” can mean a prepositional case form from both “testo” (dough) and “test'” (father-in-law)
Am I the only one that is thinking somewhat sexual things from that sentence?
My wife wants the option for her mother-in-law.
At least the mother in law gets the weiner