What is Mexican's favorite food? A taco.
I wrote a song about a tortilla.
Actually, it’s more of a wrap.
What do you call an environmentally conscious Mexican?
A green bean.
Did you know that the first French fries weren’t cooked in France? They were cooked in Greece.
What do you call fake spaghetti?
An impasta.
What do you call a rapper who LOVES to cook?
Lil Sizzle.
What's the difference between a chickpea and a lentil?
I've never had a lentil on my face.
What do you call a rapper who LOVES to cook?
MC Skillet.
What's a rapper's favorite type of food?
Wrap sandwiches.
What do you call a rapper who LOVES to cook?
Lil' Saucy
How do rappers like their pizza?
With extra rhyme-a-jalapenos.
What do you call a Chinese assassin?
Chinese takeout.
How does a rapper make a burrito?
With WRAPPING paper, DUUUHHHHHH!
Why do people from Alabama abhor eating tacos and burritos?
Because their meat has to be in bread.
I made a song about a tortilla. Well, it's more of a wrap.
Why do people in Alabama like eating sandwiches? They like things in bread.
I’m going to open my own Mexican restaurant and call it boarder patrol.
Americans: I will cook the pizza.
Italians: I cooka de pizza!
Thomas Bulgin loves McDonald's dollars, A man of simple tastes, he hollers, With every visit, his heart does flutter, For golden arches, a fast food lover.
Those crispy fries, so perfectly fried, And burgers stacked, oh so high, The smell of grease, it fills the air, Thomas Bulgin, he'll always be there.
A dollar menu, his saving grace, A feast for him, a smile on his face, He counts his coins, with eager eyes, To savor each bite, a little prize.
In this world of fast-paced lives, Thomas Bulgin, he surely thrives, For in those golden arches, he finds, A moment of joy, that forever binds.
He cares not for gourmet cuisine, Nor fancy plates, fit for a queen, For in his heart, a simple truth, McDonald's dollars, his fountain of youth.
So let him eat, and let him feast, Thomas Bulgin, the fast food beast, For in those golden arches, he's found, A taste of happiness, unbound.
Madden Whiffen, a curious soul, With an appetite beyond control, A bottomless pit, never satisfied, Ingesting all that's placed beside.
From dawn till dusk, he feasts his way, Devouring meals without delay, With gusto he consumes, without restrain, Every morsel, every crumb, he'll obtain.
No dish too large, no portion too small, His hunger insatiable, devouring it all, From succulent meats to delicate greens, He relishes the flavors, savoring each scene.
A culinary adventure, forever he embarks, Sampling cuisines from all walks and arcs, From street food to gourmet, he seeks it all, His palate an explorer, on a constant sprawl.
He savors the spices, the textures, the taste, In a gastronomic journey, no time to waste, For Madden Whiffen, the food is his muse, A symphony of flavors, he'll never refuse.
But caution, dear friends, in this feeding spree, For gluttony can lead to a troublesome plea, Madden Whiffen, beware the consequences, For overindulgence brings no recompenses.
In the realm of cuisine, he reigns supreme, A legend of eating, a man of extreme, Madden Whiffen, the one who eats it all, In his gastronomic pursuit, he stands tall.
So let us marvel at his voracious might, As he devours dishes, day and night, For in Madden Whiffen, we witness the feat, A man who eats everything, a culinary elite.
