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  1. Chow Wow Dog Buffet says:

    7 delicious dog dishes!

    1. Thit Cho Luoc – Steamed dog

    2. Cha Cho – Grilled dog

    3. Rua Man – Steamed dog in shrimp sauce, rice flour and lemon grass

    4. Doi Cho – Dog sausage with dog blood, peanuts, vegetables and neck bone

    5. Gieng Me Mam Tom – Steamed dog in shrimp sauce, ginger, spices and rice vinegar

    6. Canh Xao Mang Cho – Bamboo shoot and dog bone marrow

    7. Cho Xao Sa Ot – Fried dog in lemon grass and chilli

  2. Manchurian Take Out says:

    “You can have your dog and eat him too” – so sayeth Hop Sing.
    Ok let’s agree that here in the West we’ve become accustomed in the age of abundance to spoils our ancestors did not have the luxury of indulging. Historically, at best, from fido’s point of view, we had a working relationship with our domesticated wolves. In famine time they became emergency food and some of our ancestors developed a taste for them that carried over to less urgent times. Their trusting attraction to humans made them vulnerable to this appetite, and it’s been with us ever since. In the Christian West our Biblical moralitys sense of Justice as well as the injunction to be good stewards of the Earth combined with the modern capitalist World of excess afforded us the opportunity to be kind to these special animals. The rest of the developing World, despite their modernization, doesn’t have that Judeo-Christian moral compass that says in our guts that it’s wrong to violate dogs trusting devotion to us. In a famine that bond could be broken, but no excuse when Wal-Mart 24/7 is available as well as EBT. This is another instance of multiculturalism NOT being our strength and I’d like to see PETA investigate our 3rd-World immigrant community restaurants as vigorously as they monitor the ethical treatment of lobster cooking in our “American” seafood establishments.

  3. Ground Control To My Big Dong says:

    I don’t want all the Indians in India telling me I can’t throw dead cows on my grill this 4th of July. Therefore, I don’t give a fuck what the Chinese eat within their borders. Just don’t eat my dog! Don’t bring that part of your culture over here! The Japanese like squids on their dinner plates and in their porn movies? I don’t care! This bored vapid housewife’s crusade reminds me of all the rage from the animal activists when that dentist shot a lion in some African country. I can’t remember the name of the country but one of the biggest contributors to its economy is the tourism money they get from trophy hunting. They actually raise lions over there so that rich dentists can hop on o plane, blast the lion with a large caliber rifle and stick its head on their living room wall. Personally, I’d prefer to just watch a lion in the wild and not shoot it but who am I to judge? The dentist gets his lion head, a taxidermist gets to make a living and the Africans get to put more rice in their kids’ bowls. So which is it, animal activists? Dead lions or starving darkies with descended bellies & flies crawling on their eyeballs?

  4. Holy Cow! says:

    ^Ground Control
    Ha ha ha and they conversely didn’t want our kind to tell them they couldn’t throw their widows on the hubbies funeral barbeque pyre.
    Speaking of that; India’s widows owe a debt of gratitude to that White colonialist, General Sir Charles James Napier, who when confronted by the native leaders over his edict banning the custom of widow immolation on the deceased huspands funeral pyre said thus:
    “Be it so. This burning of widows is your custom; prepare the funeral pile. But my nation has also a custom. When men burn women alive we hang them, and confiscate all their property. My carpenters shall therefore erect gibbets on which to hang all concerned when the widow is consumed. Let us all act according to national customs.”

    Another great quote of his:

    “The best way to quiet a country is a good thrashing, followed by a great kindness afterwards. Even the wildest chaps are thus tamed.”

    Ahhhhh, the White Man’s Burden. The Modern World which the Post-Modernists are deconstructing piece by piece.

  5. The Real OogaBooga says:

    Another chapter in my secret life:

    I almost didn’t recognize my own reflection. My lips glistened with red lipstick. My eyes sparkled. Framed in thick eyeliner and shadowed with Maybelline Honey Lust. Blush created the illusion of high cheekbones. I slipped my feet into the open toed high-heeled shoes. My slutty toes shimmered an iridescent, metallic-blue. I stood to view to my outfit, a short white mini skirt that barely covered my privates; I wore an iridescent bathing suit top matching my toes. My heart pounded. I could not believe the dirty, sexy whore in the mirror was really me. As I ran my hand over my crotch, my cock stiffened, pressing against my silky thong, which matched the rest of my outfit.

    I snuck out of my house under the cloak of darkness hiding from the neighbors. The hot humid air was sweet with the sensual smell of flowers. I gently caressed my cock with anticipation, as I drove an hour to the adult theater. I was relieved when I arrived, nothing went wrong. I made it without being pulled over by the police, or my car breaking down. Part of the thrill was that I knew if I were to get caught, I would suffer the greatest embarrassment and humiliation of my life. Deep down I want that kind of degradation. I don’t know why.

    My hands perspired, my heart palpitated; I got out of my car and looked around. The parking lot was full. I could tell the place was packed. Nervously my hands shook as I placed my keys in my purse, next to the condoms and KY-Jelly.

    I opened the door of the lobby; a few men standing by the ticket counter gawked at me. I wanted to turn around and run, but I didn’t. I stumbled my way to the counter. The clerk noticed my hand shaking as I handed him the ten.

    He smiled at me and said, “You look amazing, I’m sure you will have a great time tonight.”

    I relaxed a little and smiled back, “Thanks, I am really nervous I have never done this before.”

    “It’s fine this is a safe place for people to explore their sexual fantasies.”

    “What about the police do they ever come here”

    “You don’t have to worry about them, as long as there is no trouble they mind their own business. They have more important things to do.”

    “Cool, that’s a relief”

    He looked down at the bulge in my mini skirt, “I would love to see what you have hidden under there.”

    The clerk and the other two men watched me as I lifted my dress and pulled my panties aside revealing my six-inch shave cock, I stroked it for them.

    He said, “If, I wasn’t working tonight I would be all over you.”

    “Thanks.” I said while I rubbed my shaft to keep it hard.

    When I pulled down my skirt he said, “You don’t have to keep that covered up.”

    “Really, I can walk around naked?”

    “Sure, I will look out for you and make sure your safe.”

    I felt myself falling in love, or in lust with the clerk as I took off my skirt and panties.

    I turned around and asked him, “Can you unhook my clasp?”

    “My pleasure.” He removed my top, and handed it to me. I stuffed in purse with the rest of my clothes.

    I was wearing only my shoes, and carrying my purse, the three men looked at me and nodded with approval. I turned and wiggled my bottom as I strolled toward the entrance of the theater. I opened the door and entered the dark crowded room—

    My eyes struggled to adjust. Actors were fucking on the movie screen. I leaned against the wall and a moment later I felt some ones hand softly brushing against my thigh. I allowed the man on my left to caress the inside of my thigh. Once my eyes focused I saw the room full of men, maybe a quarter of them were looking at me.

    The man to my left was now softly fondling my balls. My body tingled with glee. I realize that the head of someone’s hard cock was press against my side. I reached down and began stroking it. I felt it growing harder, and pulsating in my hand. I looked around and there were at least five or six guys gathered around me jerking off.

    Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. I had six hard cocks staring me in the face. I opened my mouth and one slid between my lips, onto my tongue, and down my throat. I kept my eyes closed; I felt a bigger thicker cock being shoved into my mouth. Saliva rolled down my chin as I tried to swallow the fat cock. I gagged a few times, then my throat relaxed then it slid down easily. The next one was shorter and thinner, giving me time to recover my composure. One after another, they took turns fucking my face as I knelt naked on the dirty floor.

    I felt like a dirty whore and loved it. I allowed a room full of strangers to have their way with me. Never in my life had I felt so alive—Suddenly, I felt something throbbing in my mouth, and it squirted a load of warm delicious cum. I savored each drop licking it from his shaft; I felt a string of warm cum landing on my face from the man on my right, I open my mouth to catching some of it.

    A third man rubbed his cock against my cheek and gushed an enormous load all over my face. It dribbled down my neck. Then a fourth man jerked off and spewed another puddle of warm white cream onto my forehead. Then another on my other cheek and another came on my chest. They just kept on cumming all over me.

    The last man spurted his load into my mouth. All of the men were back in their seats leaving me alone kneeling in the corner dripping from head to toe with cum. A large gorgeous black man came over to me and held out his hand, and helped me up.

    I smiled at him with my cum glazed lips, “Thank you.” I said. “I really need to get cleaned up I wish this place had a shower.”

    “I can help you with that he said.” He took my hand and led me to the fire exit, he opened the door and we went out into the parking lot.

    “Kneel down in the grass.” He said.

    “I don’t need more cum, I need to get cleaned up”

    He ran his fingers through my hair, “Trust me. Kneel down.”

    I did as he requested. He unzipped his pants, unleashing a monstrous black cock, which was not even hard. He held it above me. A stream of piss jetted towards me. Splashing against my face, rinsing off the cum. I opened my mouth and swallowed a mouthful of urine to quench my thirst. He continued to hose me off with his piss until it was just a trickle. I opened my mouth and drank the last few drops.

    I noticed a few other guys followed us outside and were watching. I waived them over.

    “Piss on me please” I said.

    I closed my eyes and opened my mouth; I felt warm piss hitting me from every direction. I swallowed as much as I could. It was salty, bitter, and yet refreshing at the same time. When they were done, they went inside. Except for the gorgeous black man, again he helped me up. I got my skirt and top out of my purse he lent me a hand getting dressed.

    “Thank you.” I said to him.

    “It was a pleasure to help.” He said.

    I stumbled back to my car exhausted, and drove home, and snuck back into the house. I took one last look at my self in the mirror before showering off. I looked like a beat up crack whore who had a rough night.

    I had to piss, so I figured what the hell, and grabbed a glass. I stood in the bathtub and pissed into the glass. As I was peeing, I realized that I needed to shit. I admired the golden glass of pee for a moment, and then I squatted down in the tub and let a soft log spiral out of my ass. The strong earthy-stench, made my head spin. I sat down with a pile of shit between my legs, with my glass of piss still in hand. I dipped my finger into the pile of pooh, and held it up to my nose it smelled sweet. So, I decided to taste it, then washed it down with piss.

    I felt so dirty and gross, but I loved it. I thought to myself, I am nothing but a filthy, nasty, cum guzzling, piss drinking, shit eating whore.Furthermore, I was proud of it. I sat in the tub eating my shit and drinking my piss while stroking my cock until I shot a load onto my stomach. I scooped some cum and slurped it off of my fingertips, and then I ate another piece of shit, and washed it down with piss. I was in heaven. Afterwards, I cleaned up my mess, took a shower, and went to bed.

    The next day while I was getting ready for work, I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt completely disgusted with myself from the night before. I was nauseated with myself for being such a repulsive human being. However, I also couldn’t wait to do it all again.

  6. William Shockley says:

    OMFG!!!

  7. Chu Dong says:

    I like to grind up some ivory and make powder and rub it on my dick to give me a Warlord’s Cock!
    .
    If I have no ivory, then I just give my paycheck over to a meth addled white girl to urinate in my face.
    .
    It is all love to me.

  8. PETA & Animal Husbandry says:

    Menu
    One Man’s Animal Husbandry
    By Debra J. Saunders Published 4:00 am, Tuesday, March 20, 2001

    WTF@$!# –
    _________
    PETER SINGER, whose opposition to “speciesism” made him the father of the modern animal rights movement, once again is in the thick of controversy. Readers may remember Singer because publisher Steve Forbes withdrew financial support for Princeton when the university gave Singer an ethics professorship. Singer, you see, advocates killing disabled babies because babies are not yet “persons.”
    Now, Singer has written an online book review for a pornographic Web site in which he defends bestiality. You could say Singer’s take on animal rights is: You can have sex with them, but don’t eat them.
    How does PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, feel about its ideological father endorsing six-legged sex? PETA president Ingrid Newkirk said of the piece, “It’s daring and honest and it does not do what some people read into it, which is condone any violent acts involving an animal, sexual or otherwise.” Newkirk wants America to know that Singer does not advocate sex that kills or damages animals or requires them to be restrained. Indeed, Singer condemns sex between men and hens because it is “usually fatal to the hen.”
    But can an animal consent to sex?
    Newkirk answered, “It sounds like this is an attempt to make this so narrow and so unintellectual in its focus. You know, Peter Singer is an intellectual, and he looks at all nuances of an issue.” And: “The whole concept of consent with animals is very different.”

    Singer is away from Princeton for the week, so he was not able to answer the question. But to know Singer’s work is to understand how his “persons” ideology inevitably led to his acceptance (in principle) of fornicating with animals.
    In his 1979 book “Practical Ethics,” Singer wrote, “Because people are human does not mean that their lives are more valuable than animals.” He has argued that it is more ethical to conduct medical experiments on comatose people than primates.
    To Singer, “when the death of a disabled infant will lead to the birth of another infant with better prospects of a happy life, the total amount of happiness will be greater if the disabled infant is killed. Killing a disabled infant is not morally equivalent to killing a person. Often, it is not wrong at all.”

    From determining that babies aren’t persons, but some other animals are, it’s just a short step for Singer to assert that there should be no taboo against sex with animals that are fellow “persons.”
    Telling the story of a woman who was attacked by a priapic orangutan (which lost interest), Singer writes that “we are all animals, indeed more specifically, we are great apes. This does not make sex across the species barrier normal, or natural, whatever those much-misused words may mean, but it does imply that it ceases to be an offense to our status and dignity as human beings.”
    If you ask me, advocating killing disabled babies is an offense to Singer’s status as a human being. But for such opinions, Princeton gave him a job.
    So Singer takes on Kant for arguing that “humans have an inherent dignity that makes them ends in themselves, whereas animals are mere means to our ends. ”
    Thus, it’s wrong for animals to be a means to an end when it comes to food, but somehow this scholar finds a loophole for sex. That’s taking on the taboos — man-style.

  9. William Shockley says:

    OMFG!!

  10. frank says:

    What’s wrong with eating dog? I’d probably order it just to try if I saw it on the menu at a reputable place.

  11. Donkey Puncherelo says:

    A good friend of mine stopped eating at the “authentic” Mexican joint when he found a clump of fur in what he thought was a beef burrito. Do mexicans eat dog (or whatever furry animal is available) or do they just feed it to the stupid gringos?

  12. Donkey Puncherelo says:

    I was served raw horse while in Japan and I would not be surprised if I unknowingly ate crazier things while there. Is that worse than eating dog? My guess is that meat from domesticated animals tastes a lot like domesticated cornfed beef. I would be interested in eating more wild (cooked) animals such as wolf, giraffe, or lion. I am sure that anyone that has eaten hunted animals would agree.

  13. Uncle Yum Yum says:

    I ate a one-eyed pig once in a thick, white cream sauce. A little salty….

  14. The Real OogaBooga says:

    When I was young (around 13-15) I would put cat treats all over my balls while I was masturbating. My cat came and licked them off, and I would close my eyes and pretend it was a guy.

    I was shocked when I had my first kiss and his tongue wasn’t rough.

  15. OogaBooga says:

    This is a truly devastating tactic.

  16. The Real OogaBooga says:

    Let’s see. Once I let my grandma’s yellow lab lick my asshole as I jerked off.

    When I was skinnier as a teen, I could put enough of my dick in my ass that I could hold it there. Once, after having it up there for awhile, I pulled it out and there was a big lump of shit on the tip. I jerked off with it.
    On an 8 hour drive, I edged for 4 hours in the car. I got so horny that I used backpage on my phone to find an escort on the way back while I was still driving. Her meth abuse was worse than her pictures would imply. I still licked her asshole before I fucked it.

  17. Islamic Enlightenment Society says:

    Google, the world’s most popular Internet search engine, has found in a survey that mostly Muslim states seek access to sex-related websites and Pakistan tops the list. Google found that of the top 10 countries – searching for sex-related sites – six were Muslim, with Pakistan on the top. The other Muslim countries are Egypt at number 2, Iran at 4, Morocco at 5, Saudi Arabia at 7 and Turkey at 8. Non-Muslim states are Vietnam at 3, India at 6, Philippines at 9 and Poland at 10.[1]
    May 2006
    Here are the Muslim countries and how they placed in the top five world ranking of various bestiality-related internet search terms:
    Pig Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Egypt (No. 2) Saudi Arabia (No. 3)
    Donkey Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Iran (No. 3) Saudi Arabia (No. 4)
    Dog Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Saudi Arabia (No. 3)
    Cat Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Iran (No. 2) Egypt (No. 3) Saudi Arabia (No. 4)
    Horse Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Turkey (No. 3)
    Cow Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Iran (No. 2) Saudi Arabia (No. 4)
    Goat Sex: Pakistan (No. 1)
    Animal Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Morocco (No. 2) Iran (No. 4) Egypt (No. 5)
    Snake Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Malaysia (No. 3) Indonesia (No. 4) Egypt (No. 5)
    Monkey Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Indonesia (No. 3) Malaysia (No. 4)
    Bear Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Saudi Arabia (No. 2)
    Elephant Sex: Pakistan (No. 1) Egypt (No. 3) United Arab Emirates (No. 4) Malaysia (No. 5)
    Fox Sex: Saudi Arabia (No. 1) Turkey (No. 4)[2]
    May 2006

  18. OogaBooga says:

    There’s edgy, and there’s edgy. And that’s edgy.

  19. Honest Assessment says:

    And how much money do we give Pakistan each year? The Jews prodded us into doing it. We give the Paki’s money and they buy Jewish produced porn with it. They get rich. The freaks get their rocks off. We get the bill.
    .
    The End


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