I obviously have too much time on my hands. need proof?
final meal requests.
being a texan you always hear about executions. being a longhorn you always had to deal with protests on campus from people who were always looking for a reason to picket, and over all mayhem outside the gov's mansion. I remember my junior year, when this pick axe
murderess was sent to an early dirt nap. she requested a banana, a peach, and a nice tossed salad. that's not a meal. that's page 69 of jenny craig's cookbook.
shit, if I'm going to sit down for a final chow, its going to be a world class pig out. for an appetizer, I'd have a bucket of fried chicken. I'd eat a large pizza with everything on it (except anchovies). In fact, don't even bother cutting the pizza into slices. roll it up and feed it to me. next, I would inhale an omaha steak t-bone with all the trimmings. then, I'd get a mr. blue burger from hut's in austin. on the side, I'd have chilli cheese fries from jci, extra chilli please. for the entree I'd have eggs benedict from ihop, a whole tray of sushi from miyako's, and one of those fred flintstone sized brontosaurus ribs. the kind that tip your car over. I might even go back for seconds. on everything. they'd have to give me an expandable prison jumpsuit.
the record for biggest appetite belongs to
richard beavers, who was executed in '94. he ordered six pieces of french toast with butter and syrup, six barbecued spare ribs, six "well-burnt" pieces of bacon, four scrambled eggs, five "well-cooked" sausage patties, french fries with ketchup, three slices of cheese, two pieces of yellow cake with chocolate fudge icing and four cartons of milk. he ate every crumb.
for dessert, I'd get tiramisu from tony's. that sounds to die for.
I would have an arepa and a mango seed,
power nate
