Since the World Series or the Suprabowl or whatever it is in Vancouver now has splattered all over the media, everybody is all about poutine, but mrpeenee already had it nailed because when it comes to junk food and gay porn, come to mrpeenee. Am I right?
I had run into the concept of poutine ever so much earlier last year in some damn blog or the other and was instantly charmed. First, there's the name "POUTINE"; a noun that sounds as nasty as the item it identifies. I love symmetry like that. Also, it genuinely sounds yummy. I want some, but I don't want to go to Canada to snag it cause MJ from Infomaniac is the Official National Stalker of Canandia. Scary, huh?
Also, what I want to see is a cute naked guy slurping down the poutine. Sloppily. Wouldn't that be thrilling? I couldn't find a picture of one, so we'll just have to settle for houseboy Gnut Danius.
Poutine is the holy trinity of fries, gravy and cheese curds.
ReplyDeleteBow down to it and eat it with reverence.
Ugh. And I'm talking the poutine, not the houseboy.
ReplyDeleteKabuki does not eat food that looks like someone has already eaten it. The same came be applied to houseboys.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at 'gravy.'
ReplyDeleteI've not heard of poutine prior to your post, Mr. Peenee, but I may be confusing it to 'poontang.' It does sorta make a mess plated, huh?!
That houseboy needs a wax. Pronto!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure, but I think "Poutine" was something my grandmother used to say sometimes when she was cussing. Never could quite grasp the French.
ReplyDeleteWhatever it meant, it couldn't be nastier than what those Canadians mean.