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Words fail me.
Dr N. Luke is taking giant, dog-choking bites out of a raw zucchini. He chews like a cow chewing its cud. He chews like an old man with no teeth; his mandibles bouncing up and down like a cartoon of the act of mastication.
Edit: At the very end of the video, he manages to get a chunk of zucchini inside of his nose, from eating so ferociously. Well done Lucas, well done.
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Lucas would cook for you, if you were his wife. He lists all the many foods he would make you. Assuming he had the funds to buy all these foods to cook. Obviously an unimportant detail. Actually, this really sounds like Lucas is hungry. He's not getting as much food as he's accustomed to, and the higher price of rent he's having to pay is leaving him with less money to satisfy his gluttony. So he'll talk about food, instead, like an anorexic woman drooling over cookbooks.
It's amazing how many faults he has. There's such incredible depth, layers, nuance, and bombast to his horribleness.
PS: The "If You Were My Wife" video marks the return of "cartouchery" boards.
Come on; did anyone
honestly think Lucas (he of GAL-door, MICE-ogyny, gah-LOOSE humor, etc) could pronounce charcuterie?
EDIT 3: At the very end of Lucas's "Bubba Gump Shrimp"-long list of promised meals, he offers to make his hypothetical child-bride bumps on a log. He doesn't call it this, but he's talking about bumps on a log. You know, what your mom used to put in your brown paper lunch sack? In a Ziploc bag? Short sticks of celery filled with peanut butter with a few raisins lined up on top of the peanut butter? Bumps on a Log. You know, the choice snack for grade school children. Health conscious grade school children, thank you very much!
Hey ladies of Bistango: Do you want some bumps on a log? Want some handy-snacks, complete with short red plastic stick, to facilitate the spreading of artificial cheese-food spread onto rectangular saltine crackers? How about some Shark Bites? No? You want to share my Ziploc bag 1/4 full of cinnamon Teddy Grahams? No? How about my lukewarm Capri Sun? And my tuna fish sandwich, where the tuna fish is soaked through the bread?
Only the best for you, my Kween.....