F*ggot smirneika
Grilled f*ggot
Sis kebab
Giaourtoglou kebab
Gyros giaourtoglou
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Found in a restaurant in Rhodes.
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Attempting to feed people disgusting patties made of ground up offal, just because they happen to be gay and would like to make official a monogomous commitment to each other, is utterly cruel, totally disgusting and clearly a breach of basic human rights.
Maybe they don’t cook them. Maybe “grilled” means they just ask them questions.
Oh dear, now I have another Kevin Bloody Wilson song playing in my head – “Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh the Festival of Light keep tryin’ to save my f$&%ing soul…”
You might be right, since just before they got grilled, they were caught “smirneika,” which sounds like it involves smearing and nakedness. And then, if they don’t like the answers, they end up as sis kebab.
I think it involves smirking and nakedness… no one has ever asked me to participate so I can’t be sure…
Smirking while naked suggests arrogance. I’d decline the invite.
Good instinct on that! Come to think of it, a lot of nudity involves arrogance…
How curious! I keep trying to give blueJade a plus on that, because I don’t think she deserves to have just a minus sitting there, and every time I do it says, “thank you,” goes up momentarily, and then disappears! Somebody is rigging these votes!!!!
And now they’ve all vanished!
Good riddance to them. I was boycotting them, but that didn’t stop the Space Invaders whilst loading thing from annoying me.
Apparently, you still don’t have high-speed internet! It took them a few moments to pop up for me, but they’d all jump on the screen en masse.
Well, whatever informed consenting adults get up to in the privacy of their own homes is their business, so if people want to smirk whilst nekkid, then as long as the smirking is mutual, then I say go for it.
I’m sorry, but naked smirking may be seemly for youngsters, but by middle age, if you think you’ve got anything to smirk about when naked, you’re delusional!
Actually, it’s an aggressive behavior by upper-middle aged foisted on young, beautiful, people on sugar sand beaches in the tropics. They’re trying to scare the crap out of the young people, and it works!
And the problem is (other than not being able to stay on sugar sand beaches all year and watch young people being freaked out)?
Pish tosh – my husband and I intend to go on smirking at each other through middle age and beyond. So long as the delusions are mutual, we’re going to enjoy them for as long as we can!
When you look upon someone with the eyes of love, they remain beautiful to you regardless of changes in their physical appearance. The same does not happen to most of us when we look at our own bodies! I consider myself a reasonably attractive man for my age, but you won’t catch me hanging out naked or even, for that matter, in a Speedo, smirking at the Adonis-like figure I am projecting. Wrinkles! Scars! Age spots! Varicose veins! Spider veins! Sagging skin! Thinning skin! Cottage-cheese deposits! Turkey wattles! Arthrosis of joints! Osteoporosis! Need I go on? I’m perfectly willing to concede that there are more older people in relatively good shape and relatively more attractive than was true 50 years ago. That doesn’t mean I want to see 80-year-old women in teeny weeny bikinis or obese 50-year-old men, for that matter, in Speedos. Get a grip, people! Age is NOT just a number!
That’s where the mutual smirking comes into its own. My husband is a much more appreciative audience than I am of myself.
I look in the mirror, and think the following words: “Hell’s bells, the boobs are a bit droopy, the thighs are thunderous, the scars are looking lividly hot pink, the damaged bits are creaking like a haunted house – I don’t mind that I have a bit of body fat, it’s normal for adults of my sex, but sometimes I just wish I hadn’t been conditioned to loathe myself, even now, knowing what I know…”
The words my husband thinks out of that lot are “Hell’s bells – boobs – thighs – pink – bits – have – sex – now…”
Sometimes being with one’s true love inspires carnal passion and lust. Sometimes it is quiet comfort and warmth. Sometimes it is convulsive laughter. All are good
I am so thankful for B and other vitamins. Anemia and lot of other serious diseases were caused by vitamin deficiencies and nobody knew the cause. People that ate the offal didn’t have most of those problems (except gout). If your vitamin levels are low, or you have developed a tolerance for it, it tastes ok. I cook the packet in the chicken and pass it to the dog.
I certainly agree with your thankfulness for vitamins! Even physicians are finally coming to recognize that virtually no one gets all the vitamins they need in what they eat, an argument I used to have with them all the time.
An Emo Muffin is apparently a type of meathead. Smartass.
Maybe if we’re patient, it will go away and cut itself up.
If you cut an emo muffin, do you spread it with butter also?
erm… am I the only one here who’s cringing at all these american comments? this isn’t a mistranslation nor a fail… a faggot is a traditional name for a meat-ball, was the original meaning before the americans corrupted it.
yeesh, get a passport.
Apparently, yes. I’m not American, and like a good double entendre, particularly when a young lady gives me one!
Wow that’s a bit extreme.
Sis kebab? Whose sister, and does she taste like lamb?
Probly tastes like tuna.
What, dare I ask, is the yogurt glue? And this Kebab family needs better names for the kids. Sis, here’s your little brother, Yogurt Glue.
Make sure you buy the Australia yogurt glue, and then you can have anyone free. But choose wisely! You may end up stuck with ‘em.
THEY GRILLED CLAY AIKEN!
In a Clay Pot?
Oohh, yum, tandoori!
So either the food is made from gay people or bundles of sticks o.O
Perhaps both are ingredients.
I would rather f*ck a bullfrog >.<
As Droll says, whatever floats your boat, or in this case, your amphibian.
Oh good grief, Nanny Ogg would laugh herself sick at that one, you dreadful pun offender.
I have never offended a pun in my life!
I vote for Nanny Ogg as moderator on this site. I posted a reply to this comment earlier, but it must have been deemed TOO rude. It was only a double entendre, along the lines of what a wizard’s staff has on the end….
As in the song…
A wizard’s staaaaaaaaaaaaff
Is four foot and a haaaaaaaalf
Aaaaaaaaand
It’s gooooooooooooot a knobonthe end!
Om nom nom
Anyone but me wondering what Gyros giaourtoglou is?
Well, ‘Giaourtlou’ is usually a yoghurt mint sauce, and gyros refers to something on a spit roasted slowly over hot coals, usually lamb. Stuffed with rosemary and garlic. Now I’m starting to drool. Chuck in some galaktobouriko and call me Despina.
Gyros= yiros in my neck of the woods.
In my neck of the woods (which is, in this case, rather literal) they generally have no idea what Greek food is. When I lived in Lexington, which likes to think of itself as a big city, they had a couple of Greek restaurants, and I would often hear someone order a “jai-rho.” I was always hoping one of the waiters would come back with a little spinning gyroscope on a plate, but alas, they never did.
Now that’s funny – as I said elsewhere, if I don’t get something you say, it’s because you’re even more meta than I am (and that can be pretty meta).
Meta is definitely required for, and in turn is greatly enhanced by, the practice of psychology.
Galaktobouriko is a problem in the Despina Galaxy these days. Or so my sources tell me. When those supermassive black holes at the center start to absorb the barred arms, it’s all downhill from there…
If the custard is done properly, it should not be dense enough to form a black hole. Too many egg yolks and not enough semolina, probably.
Yeah, you’ve got to watch that density. Galaktobouriko is bad enough, but then it inevitably progresses to galaktobouritis and galaktoborosis. But I hear they’re actually dealing with a malignant galaktobouroma over in Despina. Lights out!
Galaktobourosis = a process or condition of galaktobouriko? Mmmmmm, yes, I’d like to contract that chronically. Galaktobouritis = inflammation of the galaktobouriko? As in, it gets bigger? Sign me up for that! Galaktobouroma = a (probably) benign growth of galaktobouriko? YES!!! If it does turn out to be malignant, I shall die with such a beautifully serene and contented smile on my face that Renaissance artists will rise from the dead to paint me…
1 coat gesso primer. 2 coats eggshell acrylic. 1 day prep, prime and trim. 1 day paint. $300 per room
How much for a whole galaxy?
Priceless.
But for everything else, there’s Mastercard
dr handle: Would you be prepared to paint me in the nude?
PoodleGroomer: Well, all right, but I’ll have to leave my socks on so I have somewhere to keep my brushes.
Thanks for the socks, otherwise it gives the handles a bad smell.
It’s slices of spiced meat roasted on a spit with a yogurt sauce.
Why bother with reality, when there is much more creative fiction available???
The garlic and cucumbers and garlic and onions and garlic redeem even yogurt.
I’m concerned by the dish sis kebab, but not as much as I would be by bro kebab
Brokebab chef wishes he could quit you.
Dr Handle! So dreadfully punny! You made me chortle out loud at work!
It’s all part of Dreadful Pun Hell’s extremely unfair and hypocritical entrapment policy.
If you send a wicked witch on a witchhunt, you get only that which you deserve.
Brokebab Mountain!!!!!!!!
Sorry. Dr Handle beat you to that one by over 16 hours, and did it more cleverly. Better luck next time!
Engrish fail. Nothing to see here.
Apparently, lots of people see things you can’t. Think about it. That may mean you are blind, or perhaps you merely have your anterior confined within the interior of your posterior.
Another JohnB gem! The last part of your comment is even better than “rectocranial inversion”, my favourite description of the problem until now.
I like to refer to it by its procedure name, autocolonoscopy.
That’s a good name! A few years back I had a client at a residential facility who made a vigorous effort to flush his head down the toilet. We didn’t know how to label the behavior, so I dubbed it “auto-swirly.”
I remember that bloke. He frightened me.
A bloke who tries to give head to a shark could frighten anyone!!
He truly frightened quite a few people, but I got past my fear of acutely psychotic people long ago. The intelligent, predatory psychopaths with good reality contact are the ones who scare me!
You guys are good, I’m gonna stock up on insults!
I love driving with ma nu mezedes 8)
Do you have a Nolex watch to go with it?
does anybody notice the sis kaboab? i mean, srsly! who would eat grilled sister? (besides canniblals)
Depends on who’s sister it is. I’d eat a chicken’s sister or a cow’s sister, among other things.
Sooo…grilled or flaming?
Flaming pretty much removes any need for grilling.
You can grill a flaming f@ggot, but you may not get any useful answers.
The answers are usable suggestions for reality show script drama.
Speaking of which, good news!!
Channel 4 (UK) are making Big Brother 2010 the last ever!
I refuse to watch a Big Brother episode unless they issue the contestants live ammunition.
Each season they seem to scrape up an ever-more revolting batch of narcissitic creeps! This time I didn’t make it through the first episode.
But no one ever reached the heights (or depths) of my favorite reality show “My Big Red-Neck Wedding”. Sadly, it’s been canceled and I will have to live without knowing how others with more imagination than funds throw themselves a highly personal and often muddy nuptial party.
Hey, this restaurant was in vietnam and it was great, Glo Ri Hol, I think.
grammatically is correct but translation into English sometimes can be funny. on the english version of a greek restaurant’s site, i had read that they offer a “variety of weed”. No they didn’t mean you can get stoned in various ways….i can see you thinking of amsterdam already!!! translating that to back to greek it makes sense but the literal translation was not very succesful
lololol what a mess =D but that’s actually english, sis is not
“sister” it’s “şiş” that means some sort of skewer which
the kebabs are usually cooked on.. But i don’t get it, “şiş”
is a Turkish word, not Greek =D =D
*facepalm* We were having too much fun & missed the obvious! I think it’s usually spelled “shish” kebab in English, though, since most people who speak only English would have no idea how to pronounce the ş.
Given the similarities (but don’t mention them to Greeks or Turks) between Greek and Turkish cookery, I wouldn’t sweat it.
Most people don’t know that. I didn’t, i knew it was technique in cooking though, it’s in my Vincent Price cook book.
WHO THE HELL CARES??? THANKS FOR RUINING THE JOKE