My old scoutmaster always called bologna "horsecock". Just in case you ever wondered where they end up.
Well, the ones I had in Arizona may have been overcooked, but they were tough like gizzard. Plus, they were bull nuts. I don't eat the genitalia of the young uns. I'm not a pervert.
The people in charge of sacking you if you were a professional writer have been sacked. I've had them, they're like Monsieur Peabody says.
There is no way in hell I'm putting ballz in my mouth! There are too many other great things to eat besides ballz.
