Monty by Jim Meddick for March 12, 2012

I usually wok the dog before I eat…

Pilsner better not critique Moondog or else he’ll end up in the wok soon too!

In spite of the obvious, I still reckon it would be better than microwaving a pizza.

Stir-fried wok pizza? Um, no thanks. I’ll stick to the oven-baked pizza. Of course, in his defense, Moondog is obligated to honor his mother….

Woks for me.

OK, that’s just about enough wok jokes…cut it out please…I mean it…

I won’t take my car to wok today, I think that I’ll wok.

He is hoping he will never wok alone.

Moondog’s always up for a wok on the wild side.

If I have to stop this car…

At least this way it will come out crispy! If he’d steamed it in the wok, or as I liked to call it, my “Ancient Chinese microwave,” it’d be very soggy!

Six, dude, now that’s funny!

victornewman, one word from you and they do as they please…

When I wok up this morning, you were on my stoooove, you were on my stoooove…

♪♪Wok like a man, talk like a man, ♪♪ sing like a girl, my soooon…

I was looking at the the ball and wondered why it was getting bigger….then it hit me,,,WOK!!!

I found my wok very versatile when I had one. I made spaghetti sauce with meatballs in mine along with chicken Catchetorri. (No, I’m not Italian. Just British). I see Moondog’s back to his normal routine. To bad the art museum didn’t wok out.

And Fozzy finishes with… WOK-a WOK-a (pah-dump)

The blue lantern saint woker