LARGETONY Blog

This is basically a follow-up post to FINGER F*CKED, so it will be short. Which is probably a good thing. I have looked back on some of my posts. Geez, do I ever shut-up? I think my posts tend to be long-winded because I really don’t talk much in real life. I’m a pretty quiet guy. Plus, most of the people I end up spending my day with mostly want to talk about brake jobs and titties. So, I keep all these thoughts, ideas, and opinions locked up in my head and then unleash them into the blogosphere.

And already I’m running long. To the point….

This from Reuters:

Police said on Friday the finger found in a bowl of chili at a Wendy’s restaurant in San Jose, California, had been traced back to an acquaintance of the husband of the woman who claimed to have discovered it.

So it wasn’t just some random finger this woman dumped in her chili. It was the finger of someone they knew! This brings about the following questions:
How did she get the finger? Was the 9-1/2 fingered man in cahoots with her and loaned her the finger? Or did she steal the finger from him? If so, does that now make her charged with pinky larceny? Why was he holding on to his severed finger? Was it a keepsake? Something to press in a book? Or was it taxidermied? Why did Mary Alice kill herself?…oh , wait. That’s “Desperate Housewives.” (See, I really am gay.)

This whole finger in the food thing makes me think of that old movie “Victor and Victoria” where a hungry actress puts a roach in her food at a restuarant to keep from having to pay the bill. But when she calls the waiter over, the roach is gone and she’s trapped. Except she gets out of it in the chaos created when the roach crawls up a fat lady’s dress. That movie is so damned funny.

Hmmm. I just got even gayer.

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