This one was made with Reese’s peanut butter chocolate
I would like to add that in my previous post Germans will eat anything, I pretty much made up the story surrounding the Sausage picture. Mr. Stereokraut (whom I shall refer to as “Dr. No” from now on) did not go to the Biergarden on his own accord, but because his friend suggested it. No culture was ignored. No cat puked. Well, not as far as I know.
In an effort to make amends, here’s someone’s definition of a blog:
Blog: The word “blog” is literally shorthand for “boring;” a vulgar, overused word that strikes your ear with the dull thud of a cudgel to the soft spot of a child. It’s an abbreviation used by journalism drop outs to give legitimacy to their shallow opinions and amateur photography that seems to be permanently stuck in first draft hell. . . .
So Germans have oh so much culture that they can’t seem to be bothered to learn about anybody elses. As recently demonstrated by a German I met (I’ll call him “Mr. Stereokraut”), who decided to chose a Biergarten of all the places to eat at in New York during his 1-week visit there.
Anyway, every time the cook’s cat vomits, another German tourist is served this delicacy:
[..]there once existed an action figure version of the Punisher sporting a rocket launcher for a male sex organ, not unlike Sex Machine in “From Dusk Till Dawn,” except Frank’s gun is significantly more powerful and huge.
The gold ring isn’t actually a functional USB drive, but its design is reminiscent of one. The interior is engraved with the words, “For a lifetime of memories,” an allusion to the USB’s storage capabilities.
