You can bake, pan fry, deep fry, filet, roast, broil, grill, boil, smoke, carve them in to chops, or ground portions, toss them into a stew, pickle them, they are great stuffed with onions and hot sauce, or sauted in garlic and bourbon, in some areas bashing their skulls open with a drilling hammer and sucking their brains out of the part skull is considered a test of skill, you can make nice sauces with you ground portions, you don't have to have goblin burgers or goblin loaf, or you can just drag one home dead, and let your dog eat it raw.
My favorite way to cook goblin though, is to drag one home alive, and jam it in the microwave on high, until it explodes, that way you know it cooked all the way the way through. I'm sure you can think of others.
The next poster hangs in a museum, exposing themself to people.
I recently changed it from Ringitty Dingitty Dong!
The next poster recently developed a thing for tentacle pr0n. Ask about their collection.
No, no, no. You got that all wrong. It's tentacled prawns I've got a thing for. Especially if the tentacles have garters.
The next poster has a sunny disposition and a loaded shotgun.
I have a sunny disposition because I have a loaded shotgun, A loaded shotgun is a happy shotgun.
The next poster steals sheep.
How else am I going to blend in with the savanah so I can catch my prey.
The next poster is George Lucas in real life.
True, the fun part is making the holes in the Peeps in the first place. Mmmm sugar and marshmallowy goodness.
The next poster ends all their sentences with a preposition.
So what are you getting at?
The next poster used to tie their sister up.
Also deep fat fried Canadian night crawlers
The next poster splits infinitives
Caramel addiction is a sickness man!
The next poster watches you sleep at night.
It's more fun than watching what's on TV most the time.
The next poster cares that Jimmy crack corn.
This thread is offending me I will retire to the privacy of my bedroom.
*returns 5 minutes later with a satisfied look on his face*
Next poster is a passionate Twilight fan.
Chubby Checker is the man! Twist!
The next poster has ideas, but doesn't care if they're good or bad.
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go, cat, go.
The next poster will reveal their as yet unused special power.
It is no lie, I see deeply into the future. It don't look good, either.
The next poster had a clue, but lost it.
It was a raging clue too.
Spoiler Alert: The next poster killed Dumbledore.
[channels Professor Snape] It was a mercy killing, I assure you. What with all that
The next poster knows who the Wizard of Menlo Park was.
Thomas Alva Edison
The next poster put the bop in the bop she bop she bop
And the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong.
The next poster is really upset about the changes made from the book when they did a TV-version of Sugar Rush.
The only thing keeping me from wishing horrible deaths on all involved with the TV show is the actresses are pretty, and the writer worked with the TV people to make it not as bad as it otherwise would have been.
The next poster knows the way to San Jose.
I do not and quit saying I do
I do not and quit saying I do
I do not and quit saying I do
I do not and quit saying I do
I do not and quit saying I do
the next poster wishes they had copy in paste when they had to write all those sentences 100 times in grade school.
lulz
my son just had to write "I will not talk in line" 25 times.
copy/paste wasn't optional.
the next poster is a poster child for prophylactics.
Wait... you saw those posters... DANG... they told me they weren't gonna print those... SHOOT... well the money was good.
The next poster will contemplate the above with a bemused expression, before giving us "the next poster..."
What??!?? This is my bemused look.
My nature forbids me from declaring anything about the next poster.
Coming outta my cage and I've been doing just fine...
The next poster "sings" the next part of this song by the Killers.
My buddies and I got really really bent in that shipping tube and we haven't been flat ever since.
The next poster is the butt end of an in-joke.
And it's called Herbie!
The next poster drives a souped up Trabant.
And most people call it a lawnmower.
The next poster came from a Great War propaganda ministry.
"LOWRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDER!!!!"
The next poster is a crazy diamond.
And I shine on
The next poster wasn't taken down after the election