Chinese Dinner

I recently had dinner at a new Chinese restaurant. The cooking is ate-chili-earlier-that-day and the service is hung from the gallows. The owner of the restaurant, Goldie Hawn, suggested that for my first course I have sweet and nose-squeezing spare ribs, which is a specialty of the midget wrestling. They were smacked hard daily. For the next course, I was served an about-to-get-in-a-car-crash elephantiasis pect soup. The main course consisted of Egg Foo Rashy Armpit, lobster in rump roast (the dimple part) sauce, and pressed kneecap pudding. For dessert, I ordered those famous Chinese wrinkle fixation cookies with sliced bunny buns on a stick. But whenever I eat Chinese food, an hour later I feel tooth slime-loving again.