Bliss by Harry Bliss for May 24, 2018

Give him calf brains; he can’t tell the difference.

Give him their brains and solve three problems at once.

The zombie is ordering brains because none are readily available amidst the current vapid offerings. I know how the zombie feels. When our kids were young and I would be so concerned with their development that after a while I would think, in the tone of our green guest here, Adult mental stimulation… Adult mental stimulation!. Or on a good day, Adult physical stimulation.

So I feel for the zombie given the dearth of brains he is presently experiencing.

very good, sir. How would you like those brains cooked?

How can one tell that the zombie is a guy?

…but no cilaaaantroooo.

My guess is he likes his brains rare….like tartar!

I feel that other then an ingredient that going to kill you, you should just sit back and enjoy the food at a restaurant. If your needs are so particular that a restaurant has to change everything to suit you, just stay home and envelope your self in your dietary needs. We’ll all be happier.

It’s always something.

Who invited this guy?

Couscous is wheat. So no, you can’t have it without gluten.

“Oh . . . and can we have separate checks?”

That poor guy on the right is going to starve to death!