Meade's Ball
Well-known member
The perfect blend for me is the raised eyebrow of a hawk that thought it knew best, a boiled bustard's gizzard and the begrudging smirk of a senior citizen ironed free of wrinkled ego before being placed flatly on a buttered bun's lower half. Sprinkle the frozen tears of an orphaned polar bear and the parsley-seeming green pubes of a gecko just through puberty over the top, close the bun tightly, and i'm in heaven, just as the creatures who've donated their emotions and bodyparts are thanks to my bulging and monstrous glee.