I thought it was acceptable to consume human flesh on the the third Tuesday of every month with thirty days in odd-numbered years. Don't tell me that I've been mistaken for all of these years. My bad.

I am certain that they only ate the eyes. They were blue after all.

Best served with a few slices of pumpernickel and a side order of sauerkraut

U.S. Learjet crashes in:

He neglected to add that they all tasted uncannily like chicken.

That's why it is nothing but unfiltered Camels for me from now on.