Rudy Guiliani's dinner.

[Danger Mouse]

Rudy padded out into the kitchen in his fuzzy bear slippers, looking for something to eat. The only thing he could find in the freezer was a Red Baron pizza. Chuckling to himself at the thought of consuming the Red Baron's flesh, he looked at the directions on the box.
'Bake 9 to 11 minutes' they said.
Rudy mouthed the words to himself, staring off into space.
'9 to 11...9 to 11'
In his mind, he heard the screams of the dying, the awful sound of the towers collapsing, the wonderful sound of money pouring in, the voices raised in praise calling him 'America's mayor.' He could hear the pounding of jackboots on pavement, the sound of guns firing, of police batons splintering bone and crushing skulls. He saw himself, dressed in a black uniform, jackboots shining, turning America into what he had wanted New York City to become under the rule of his iron fist.
When he finally stopped daydreaming, he realized that the pizza had started to thaw, and that he now had a massive hard-on.
The pizza baked for a glorious 9 to 11 minutes, and Rudy sat down to his dinner, contemplating more ways he could exploit a national tragedy for his own gain.

[greatauntoftriplets]

1. Babies???

:hide:

[Danger Mouse]

3. if you mean to imply that rudy enjoys the flavor of a roasted baby...

why yes, i'm sure he does.

[fizzgig]

2. i have little doubt on the probability that this is close to reality

:puke:

[Danger Mouse]

4. i can see him getting a little 'excited' when thinking about these things...

consider it a slice of life.

[fizzgig]

5. that's not really an image i want in my brain

but there it is

[Danger Mouse]

6. one of my talents is placing in your brains images that are really unwanted...

it's all payback for your ronald reagan comments...remember those??

[fizzgig]

7. i remember them fondly

:rofl:

[Danger Mouse]

8. and you get on my case for my potty mouth?

i could never compare to you.