The World of Sherby57

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Food Eating Contests

Yoshie eating a veggie hot dog.

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Food eating contests are a form of racism. There. I’ve said it.

Oh, let’s shove 12 hot dogs down our throats in as little time as possible. It’s loads of fun. Harmless fun.

Is it? Have you ever thought about how the hot dog feels to be treated this way? Being treated like nothing more than a piece of meat (surrounded by some bread). Of course you haven’t thought about it. You’re far too selfish.

Hey guys! Let’s eat a massive pie! It will be well funny. We’ll get cherries all over our faces and the juice will be all over our shirts. It’s going to be a riot.

No. No, it isn’t. Grow up.

I don’t have a problem with people eating food, but for god’s sake, let’s not make a sport out of it. It’s totally barbaric.

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Corned Beef

Yum.  Corned beef. It’s delicious.

But, stop. Wait a minute.  What kind of animal does the corned beef come from?  Is it from a “corned cow”?  It seems unlikely.  Have you ever heard of a corned cow? No, me neither.  It’s awfully suspicious.

The problem is that I love corned beef.  It goes perfectly with mushy peas.  Don’t just take me word for this; I insist that you rush out and try it immediately.  Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you….

Have you tried it? No?  Go on, I promise I’ll wait….

There.  It’s a bloody delicious combination, isn’t it?  I’m glad we agree.  Let’s continue.

I have to have at least 3 slices of corned beef a day, or I’m in a horrible mood.  I have tried to cut down and use these new-fangled “corned beef patches” as a substitute, but they’re really not the same.  Due to these unforeseen circumstances, I thought it might be an idea for me to do some research and find out which animal my beloved meat-product actually originates from.  I went to my local library, and was horrified to discover that there wasn’t a corned beef shelf in their reference section.  It’s no wonder that the government want to close so many libraries if they’re going to provide such a slip-shod service.  I was literally heartbroken by the news, in that my heart was rent asunder.

After bawling my eyes and ears out all over the librarians cardigan, I left for home.  Soon after, I arrived home.  I don’t live that far from the library, you see.  It seems I shall never know the species of which I am verily consumed, and yet the burden shall not ache within thine breast to the assumption of all that may purvey its serene beauty.  May your life continue unhindered and stay true to love’s own true arrow.

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The Invention of Gravy

A new year begins and we are blessed with a new, exciting episode of The Gravy Boat.  This work of audio-delight features a very special guest appearance from “The Vincible” Helen Speedway, who brings along her special sack of issue balls.  From this satchel of knowledge, we pluck the info-spheres, which allows for in-depth explorations of topics as varied as lesbians, life-changing inventions, inappropriate hair and our most hated foods.  It’s possible that this podcast might just change your life.

Just to clarify: it’s possible, but highly unlikely.

You can listen to it on iTunes, here:

http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=340803894

Or, if you prefer, you can just listen to it here:

http://thegravyboat.podbean.com/2011/01/03/the-gravy-boat-21-lesbians-inventions/

Or, if like me, you have got rid of your iPhone and have realised how great Google Reader\Listen is, the RSS feed is:

http://thegravyboat.podbean.com/feed/

 

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Relaxing

Sometimes it’s nice to have a break from interspacial adventure and just ‘chill out’ (which means ‘to relax’, it has nothing to do with temperature). Personally, I like to lie in a darkened room surrounded by something or other. I don’t really know what, I’m so relaxed that I’ve lost all enthusiasm for writing this post.

Would it be inappropriate for me to dress as a salmon fillet and to lie naked on a bed of cous cous? Pretending to be food is one of the relaxing things you can ever do, but it is frowned upon in some circles. For example, last week I spread newspapers on the floor, covered myself in orange paint and then frolicked around in some chips. I then paid two prostitutes to sprinkle salt and vinegar on me. But really, that’s none of your business.

Alternatively, you can try rythmic blinking, which when you hit thr right pattern, can induce a kind of coma.

So, I’ll probably spend my day doing something like that. Either that or lying on the sofa watching Come Dine With Me.

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Toby Carvery – Poetry Challenge

So.  I was contacted yesterday, by the notorious underworld figure known only as “JLS“, with nothing less than a poem about Toby Carvery.  The offending article goes thusly:

I once went for a tobarius cavarius
the company was quite scarius
15 potatoes in one sitting
all night I was a shitting
Lashings of turkey and beef,
boy did my belly have some grief
Imodium took the pain away
but i’m still going back again today!

Well, I took this as a direct challenge to a hip-hop style “rhyme-battle”, and being the warrior I am, I accept the gauntlet being thrust to forcibly in my face.  Here is my response:

Potatoes, Meat, Gravy

I want them on my plate

Roasted, steamed, boiled

This is what I ate

 

Piling on the food

The mound is getting high

Just one more roastie

They’re going to touch the sky

 

The plate is nearly empty

Something I have to prove

I’ve scoffed the last potato

I’m just too stuffed to move

 

Well, it’ not really for me to say, but I think the good has triumphed over evil yet again.  If you want more information on Toby Carvery please click here.

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