Thiensville, WI [JG] I’m over 250 lbs, so I get to use the “M” word. And that word is “moo”.
One of my fellow moos went to an “All You Can Eat” restaurant just up the road from me and ate all HE could eat, all the folks at the table next to him could eat, and all they could scrape up from whatever fell behind the refrigerator. But neither he nor (what must be a substantial community of) his tapeworms could be satisfied:
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Apologists for this bottomless pit are forced, when (cattle) prodded, to demand that the phrase “All You Can Eat” is somehow synonymous with “Infinite Food Supply for a Finite Price”. It is not.
But there IS a simple solution: Make a slight modification to the restaurant’s front door and change the sign to read “All You Can Eat for Anybody Who Fits Through Our New Turnstile”…
If you’re not truly full until every
inch of your intestine is packed with cod,
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