It takes a village to cook a child.
Photo courtesy of Emily Wilcox.
Menu found in Hong Kong.
That’s one way to cope with pre-adolescents.
Q: How do you like Children?
A: Well done.
Are the children crispy before or after the spotted garoupa
Tastes like chicken.
Sweety, even though you’ve been bad for all this time we’ll take you to a restaurant where they have a special child’s menu…
We goin to KFC !
(krispy fu&^%’n children)
Ok, I’ll try it, as long as it’s free range and non GMO.
That’s why they’re called small fry.
Mmmmm … Children on the corn!
Better call the vice squad, someone’s stuffing kids!
– Mommy! I spotted Grandpa!
– Darling? What are children and chicken doing in the kitchen?
kid: Mom, can I play with Johnny?
mom: Sure, you can play with your meal.
– And now, dear boils and grills …
Effective, tasty way of ridding those noisy, annoying little morons ^_^
The Chinese failed to realize that “A Modest Proposal” was satire.
I like to garoupa da ladies.
Woody Allen’s latest movie.
HEY HONEY I R—TED THE KIDS.
I, W.C. Fields approve of this menu.
Kids these days expect everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. So let’s hand the kids on a silver platter instead! Muhahaha!
This is our Children’s Menu.
I remember a “The Far Side” cartoon where two angry parents tell an embarrassed witch, “We hired you to watch our children and you cooked and ate them BOTH?”