My very own!

This is the one I had removed

– How did you like your head, Sir?
– It’s a bit hard. To concentrate. And. Speak.

This must be a head Sgt. Gunnery Hartman has unscrewed off a private’s body. And we all know what he did next.

In communist China, having your own private head is a privilege.

– Waiter! What is my head doing in my bowel?!
– It needs a bit of privacy, Sir.

– Hey, this is a R.I.P off!

NOTE: He speaks English

We specialize in selling private parts. Do ask our waitresses for them …….

Private head, report to corperel shoulders.

(Sorry, I meant Corporal)

The dish is shaped like a circular saw to facilitate decapitation.

In a private head, you’d think the user would remember to flush!

*head asplodes*

I see some lieutenant wanted his head on a plate.

If you had a head that looks like this, you wouldn’t want to wear it in public.

Save Private Ryan, the mission ended in failure.

Sounds like a new recruit in the gay army!

Looks more like a xenomorph face hugger, but what do I know about fine dining.

Next rank up is Corporal Punishment.

Never show your private head in pubic.

I Clinton could have kept it private head, He would have avoided a Major scandal.

Now that’s a damn fine soldier, giving up his brain for the nourishment of his fellow troops.

That pile of goo was my best friend’s face, but I remembered my culinary training and knew what to do.

Eat them up, yum!

Looks like it came from a “head” in the naval sense. Which really should be private.

A boy is born without a body, only a head. For his 18th birthday his father, takes him to a bar for a drink. The father orders his son a whiskey and when the boy drinks it, an arm pops out of his head. He drinks another shot and another arm pops out. After the next shot a torso pops out. After more shots, suddenly, he has a whole body. The boy runs out of the bar and gets hit by a truck, killing him instantly. A drunkard in the corner looks at the father and says, “He should have… Read more »

For those who want to get ahead in life. (Someone had to say it)

“Private Head” is better than what it was originally called…
Dick Head.

I don’t know about a private head, but if you look at the bottom right of the entree I see what looks a little like a hidden face

– Waiter! My head talks too much!

“Private head!” Certainly. I’m far too shy to get it publically

@ a non Y mous.

The ultimate oxymoron is “Military Intelligence”.

This is where Private Eyes come from.

I once read the tiny print on a package of bologna which detailed what went in it. I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to forget about all the bologna I’ve ever eaten.

I’ll take the john the baptist special please

That’s one way to get world peace. If the soldiers had to eat the people they killed they wouldn’t even think of fighting anymore.

As seen in ”Privates of the Caribbean”

i give good head, but happy ending extra!
-waitress

The robots of head prepared this dish for you, customer. You are a very pleasant feeling.

This is your brain. This is your brain with chopped green onions and peppers. Any questions?

Social networks left insane amounts of raw ingredients for this.