I wonder who's kissing her now.
(Or was that "I wonder who's kissing my cow?")


The old man looks at the warm brownie lying on the plate... sitting so alone and forlorn on the cheerful red and white checkered tablecloth... with nobody to love it... and nobody watching... so, he grabs the brownie and stuffs it whole into his mighty maw.

ACK!!!

The brownie had no nuts in it! It was just a goo-bomb!

The guilt-enshrouded old man slinks away, trying to separate his upper and lower jaws from each other... his frustrated attempt at an obscenity muzzled by the sticky frosting cementing his lips...