Post by Raphael on Feb 16, 2010 9:41:05 GMT -5
Appetizers:
Jalapeno Poppers: They have a bit of kick, like Raph's Hulk Smash rage, but yet they can be filled with creamy cheese goodness, as Raph can get all mushy in rare instances (mostly with me. Raph is there something you want to tell me. You know incest is illegal in all 50 states).
Buffalo Wings: Spiiiiiiiicy with a side of ranch or blue cheese to temper the hotness in your mouth. Also, they're eaten with your bare hands, just like Raph is all about the fighting. With the teeth tearing and the bone pickin' and then poor remnants of the chicken are left scattering your plate like a battlefield in which the chicken didn't not just win but lost in the most tragic way. You horrible person, you. Look what you did to the chicken. Think of the chickens! *runs off crying*
Candy:
Red Hots: Spicy, just like Raph's temper, and red to boot.
Atomic Fireball: Don't piss the Raph off or he'll go postal, like an atomic fireball in your mouth. Hey! It's red too!
Warheads: Sourpuss Raph. That's him. It's like sucking on a ball of angstpie in your mouth.
Dinner:
Chili: Raph is hot-tempered and meaty, like chili. He's also the biggest of the turtles, and more in your face, like chili is a hefty soupy thing. Chili can also be spicy, as Raph can have that fire sauce anger. WATER! WATER!
Drinks:
Whiskey on the Rocks: Raph is a no frills guy, just as whiskey on the rocks is mostly straight up. It burns on the way down as does Raph's fist in the gut! And he adds a rocky element to the turtles' relationship, just like the ice.
Jalapeno Poppers: They have a bit of kick, like Raph's Hulk Smash rage, but yet they can be filled with creamy cheese goodness, as Raph can get all mushy in rare instances (mostly with me. Raph is there something you want to tell me. You know incest is illegal in all 50 states).
Buffalo Wings: Spiiiiiiiicy with a side of ranch or blue cheese to temper the hotness in your mouth. Also, they're eaten with your bare hands, just like Raph is all about the fighting. With the teeth tearing and the bone pickin' and then poor remnants of the chicken are left scattering your plate like a battlefield in which the chicken didn't not just win but lost in the most tragic way. You horrible person, you. Look what you did to the chicken. Think of the chickens! *runs off crying*
Candy:
Red Hots: Spicy, just like Raph's temper, and red to boot.
Atomic Fireball: Don't piss the Raph off or he'll go postal, like an atomic fireball in your mouth. Hey! It's red too!
Warheads: Sourpuss Raph. That's him. It's like sucking on a ball of angstpie in your mouth.
Dinner:
Chili: Raph is hot-tempered and meaty, like chili. He's also the biggest of the turtles, and more in your face, like chili is a hefty soupy thing. Chili can also be spicy, as Raph can have that fire sauce anger. WATER! WATER!
Drinks:
Whiskey on the Rocks: Raph is a no frills guy, just as whiskey on the rocks is mostly straight up. It burns on the way down as does Raph's fist in the gut! And he adds a rocky element to the turtles' relationship, just like the ice.