SF Weekly's Crap Archivist may have found his greatest treasure yet: a 1980 Kansas City Royals cookbook, before Ol' Porkbutt had conquered the world and was still a lowly Royals front office "director of group sales." We will let the Crap Archivist talk you through it:
It&#039;s pretty sad that this bloviating goat fuck cannot find anything to make with Velvetta. Shit, that is my favorite industrial-strength cheese. A pound of velvetta, a pound of sausage, some tomatoes and jalapenos and some Durritos dust, and will win the <i>I can sink your tailgate</i> party.
In Rush&#039;s defense, the team was really good back when he used to sell advertising for them. Not that one has anything to do with the other, but that&#039;s never stopped him from giving himself credit for something before.
Lutefisk libel!!!
No, wait, it&#039;s impossible to libel lutefisk.
Never mind.
Win.
It&#039;s pretty sad that this bloviating goat fuck cannot find anything to make with Velvetta. Shit, that is my favorite industrial-strength cheese. A pound of velvetta, a pound of sausage, some tomatoes and jalapenos and some Durritos dust, and will win the <i>I can sink your tailgate</i> party.
With this recipe, <a href="http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch\?v=J-GkwIRbLw8" target="_blank">everyone&#039;s a winner</a>.
In Rush&#039;s defense, the team was really good back when he used to sell advertising for them. Not that one has anything to do with the other, but that&#039;s never stopped him from giving himself credit for something before.
Yes. A grease fire hardly needs an application of more grease.
1) The Royals are in Kansas City, Missouri. 2) Fuck New York.
Frankfurter Spectacular. Oh yeah.
I want to smash the dickens out butter boy and dip him in gasoline.