Stole this from ThinkProgress.
Really, what can you add to this, except to note that the author of this book is the newly-installed pastry chef in the White House.
Good to see he’s got some experience at the job.
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Curious how many of the recipes call for arsenic, isn’t it?
One can only hope. I know Wayne Newton is a regular at the White House, and he’s been convicted of poisoning his horses with arsenic, so it wouldn’t be like they’d never done it before.
You can hide it in marzipan, you know.
I’d jizz all over the barbeque and serve it to the Bush daughters.
“I’ve had these ribs before, I know I have,” says Jenna.
And she would be right.
LOL
They have an excellent sequel title:
Dessert for Dummies 2 – Cooking for the President.
But where they’ll really make money is:
Deserts for Dummies – Explaining Iraq to George W.
My god, you’ve been possessed by the punning spirit of Former Frontier Editor!
Now THERE’s true grit
“Fill your hands, you sonuva bitch!”
Which reminds me of the “red shirt” pirate story…did I ever tell you that one, or did I steal it from you?
No, but please share!
So this pirate captain, every time he’s about to engage with a prey ship he calls for his red shirt and changes into it. Once, the bosun asked him why and he replied, “Well melad, tis so if I should be wounded in the fight and the men see me, they won’t see the blood and be frightened.” Ah, thought the bosun, that’s a smart, savvy captain.
“Spanish ship off the port bow!” yells the crowsnest.
“Bring me my red shirt!” yells the captain.
“Correction, FIVE Spanish Ships off the port bow” yells the crowsnest.
“Bring me my brown pants!” yells the captain.
Arrrghhhh, this steerin’ wheel’s drivin’ me nuts!
What have you got a steering wheel down there for?
Truly, a good pun is its own reword.
Because the clutch wouldn’t fit
Oh, but I bet you tried for years.