My name is Minotaur, Joe Minotaur. I’m a cop. I work the comic strip beat looking for crimes against toons and their creators. Most cops carry a gun, I carry a net, a Dryadnet(Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum.).
Some detectives get threatening phone calls or other messages when they are working on a tough case. The case I was working on was not only tough, it was hard to chew, let alone swallow. All of my leads had gone dry as a bone. I was hoping to savor something juicy when a large man entered my office and dropped a big package of frozen meat on my desk.
“What’s this?” I ask. I recognized the man. His name was Angus, Black Angus.
“Eight pounds of beef, Detective.” he says. “That’s what you’re going to be if you solve this case. The people I represent, don’t want them to be found.”
“You’re not a thug, or a butcher, Angus.” I say as I stand. “You’re an agent. Who do you represent?”
“You are a rare man, Joe.” he says. “You figure it out.”
“That’s easy.” I say. “You are a talent agent. Some of the missing are performers and have appeared at the Café Moulin Noir. Your clients are probably hoofing it up at the Café right now and don’t want to see hide nor hair of them. Angus, this is a side of you I never expected to see.”
“Well done, Joe.” he says as he eases back to the door. “But there’s one thing you better not forget.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Those steaks.” he says. “Never thaw them at room temperature and always marinade them before you cook them to 160 deg. F internal temperature.” He closes the door behind him.
That guy really broils me.
(Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum. Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum DAH!)
So, Briar is like Siri, she picks up some keywords in your question, and gives a 100% accurate answer, that is 100% irrelevant to the request.
I think her word processor is a bit metaphor-challenged.
Ghu alone knows how she’d deal with the sort of puns we have around here.
Let us hope that that sort of eating habit does not lead to high blood pressure or water retention in later years.
The salt is washed away before cooking.
I found out last week that you can even fry stuff directly in salt… o_O;
Joe Minotaur and the Eight Pounds of Beef!
My name is Minotaur, Joe Minotaur. I’m a cop. I work the comic strip beat looking for crimes against toons and their creators. Most cops carry a gun, I carry a net, a Dryadnet(Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum.).
Some detectives get threatening phone calls or other messages when they are working on a tough case. The case I was working on was not only tough, it was hard to chew, let alone swallow. All of my leads had gone dry as a bone. I was hoping to savor something juicy when a large man entered my office and dropped a big package of frozen meat on my desk.
“What’s this?” I ask. I recognized the man. His name was Angus, Black Angus.
“Eight pounds of beef, Detective.” he says. “That’s what you’re going to be if you solve this case. The people I represent, don’t want them to be found.”
“You’re not a thug, or a butcher, Angus.” I say as I stand. “You’re an agent. Who do you represent?”
“You are a rare man, Joe.” he says. “You figure it out.”
“That’s easy.” I say. “You are a talent agent. Some of the missing are performers and have appeared at the Café Moulin Noir. Your clients are probably hoofing it up at the Café right now and don’t want to see hide nor hair of them. Angus, this is a side of you I never expected to see.”
“Well done, Joe.” he says as he eases back to the door. “But there’s one thing you better not forget.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Those steaks.” he says. “Never thaw them at room temperature and always marinade them before you cook them to 160 deg. F internal temperature.” He closes the door behind him.
That guy really broils me.
(Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum. Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum DAH!)
Flees holding nose . . .
Joe Friday on Johnny Carson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgYbogp1Ha0
Eight pounds of beef? Funny, Chubbyemu just made a video about that. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inXkUvHjhek
🥴 I think Scarlet looks better with her hair in a ponytail❗