Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 24, 2025

Chuck is about to up chuck.

/// The big name on the sign made it clear

that good soup wasn’t being sold here.

Chuck’s gastric distress

caused a big stinking mess

when he puked on the café’s cashier.

I’m a victim of bad tuna. One of those lunch on the go kits. Tuna, packet of mayo, packet of relish and a spoon. You mix it up in the tray it comes in. Yesterday’s lunch, today’…uh…anyway,I won’t buy that again.

Best to barf in the doorway to discourage other poor souls.

The Soup Nazi’s last establishment.

To this day I will never, ever order shrimp bisque. It was recommended by the waiter withe the statement “It’s my favorite, sir”

Three days to recover…

Gunther thought the ‘Primordial Soup’ sounded interesting … but it gave him amino acid indigestion.

Heck, even their crackers are pretty awful.

With a name like that, it has to be good

Let us hope Chuck makes it to the curb.

Indigestion, much?

Can’t you just hear it?

…gurglegurglegurgle..

He can’t say he wasn’t warned..

There once was a fella named Chuck,

that sign he decided to buck.

Yes, he ate that muck, that silly old schmuck,

and ended up saying, “what the [CENSORED]?”

“Thought I was gonna die. Took two Alka-Seltzer..”

There was a young fella called Chuck,

Who had a great craving for duck.

It said on the tin,

It’s all fowl’ within,

It was meant to read foul – what a schmuck!