Chopsueycide; They’re gathering for the feast this time; last time it was a roasting.
Chopsueycide; An acquired taste that’s guaranteed to raise temperatures, but not pulses.
Chopsueycide; Added ginger will certainly blow your head off, and the last breath of garlic will keep them away for sure. Onions will make them cry their eyes out but, adding carrots will not make anyone see any better.
Chopsueycide; They’ll ensure the sharp scissors snip the vermicelli, like the butchers’ knives that sliced through body parts and backbone.
Chopsueycide; Their words blunt and thug, like a mallet pulverising carcasses, now simmering and stewing in dark soy sauce.
Chopsueycide; Finished off by lashings of humble pie, whipped cream all garnished with sour grapes, whilst we suffocate in the stench of sweet unsuccessfulness.
Chopsueycide; A surprisingly popular dish, best served cold.