People Of Ketchup

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As Americans we drown our steak, lobster and apple pie in ketchup. It's thick... it's rich... it's tomato paste personified. But do you know the history of the working man's condiment? The answer is no because of your ignorance.


Dawn Of Time, AD (1931)


An emperor in China, sick on soy sauce, turned to his subjects and said, "Let there be ketchup." From that day forward, there was.

The people of China fell in love with ketchup- their favorite flavoring until the invention of duck sauce. Farmers raised their children to raise tomatoes, and those children raised their children to raise children who also would raise tomatoes. Thank you, Emperor Heinz!




Ketchup Through The Years




Ketchup soon came to America, probably by pony express, and when it got here someone renamed it 'catsup.' This person was slapped repeatedly and the name went back to ketchup.








 

Hey, fuckup, you're doing it wrong.



Middle Ages (1959-1964)

In the 1950's it was customary for American workers to take a "ketchup break": a work stoppage in which they would drink freely from ketchup bottles and swap ketchup stories and recipes. This practice was soon discontinued when people realized it was insane.








Marked for death.















Is ketchup the lifeblood of the table-sauce industry? Nope. But this guy sleeps with his sister.











Sex With A Ketchup Bottle?

Not a second time.




Ketchup Confidential

 
Even major Hollywood celebrities enjoy ketchup!
[Does not imply celebrity endorsement]




The Future of Ketchup (2002-2007)






How Far Is Too Far?


We probably passed it already.


Ketchup Donuts?


They exist. Please contact your spiritual advisor.



What did we learn here today? Not a goddamn thing. In fact I hope I've helped you un-learn things you already knew, becoming dumber and, by extension, wiser.

In conclusion: ketchup. [It happens every day]



Ask The Dentist



Straight from the mouth of the horse's dentist, your chance to chat with Dr. Ira "Bubby" Feiler.






Hi, Dr. Feiler, I'm insecure and awkward around women. Sometimes I do things. On top of that my lower incisor is bothering me. Should I sleep with a prostitute? Again? - Dave Azwepé-Wentworth



Come into the office we'll pull the incisor and pick out wedding invitations. -Dr.






Dr. Feiler: I'm looking for spiritual meaning in a cold and hollow galaxy... the echo of my own voice shouting questions into the infinite black eternity of space is giving me peanut diarrhea. I believe in a God but why won't he validate my parking? Also, I have a molar that's been acting up. Help, lol! No seriously... HELP!!! - Jessica Megatron




Come into the office, we'll pull the molar and I'll give you my recipe for Pepperoni Bread. Italian people scare me but the taste sensation. -Dr.




Heyyy, Doc Feiler: You one bad-ass Jewish methafuggah. Tell me again why your race is superior to mine? Also my bicuspid be giving me fits.  - Anfernander St. Ludemom



Come on down to my office- I'll pull the bicuspid and microwave your macaroni and cheese. -Dr.








My tooth fell out!!! - Rebecca-Stephanie Chadfellow



Come in to the office- I have macaroons and I can pull those other teeth for you. -Dr.






Mr. Feiler- You are part of the problem. Your love of human misery makes you a virus. You feed on exposed nerve endings and the tears of the innocent. You're not helpful- you're evil- and your dime-store respectability is little more than a Halloween costume, a license to be a sadist and legally practice your twisted, inbred psychosis. Also, my canine is bothering me. - Arf Boweler


Come into the office, we can pull that canine. And bring McDonald's, specifically the McNugget, what? - Dr. 

What's In the Bucket? (Village Idiot)

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Tojo- the Village Idiot- walked into the village, her bucket full, nearly overflowing.

“What’s in the bucket, Tojo?” This was Kenjo, Village Leper.

Tojo smiled- a secret smile! Then she gave Kenjo the middle finger.

She walked on, through the village square, struggling to carry the heavy bucket.

“What’s in the bucket, Tojo?” This was Masumi, Village Chief.

Tojo closed her eyes and shook her head. Masumi returned to his calculator games.

At the clearing Tojo ran into Bulki, her best friend.

“What’s in the bucket, Tojo?” he asked. She picked up a handful of dirt and threw it into his eyes, blinding him for life and beyond.

Tojo crossed the shoreline and climbed the rocks above the ocean- careful not to spill a drop. When she was up as high as she could get she sat on a large stone covered in sea moss and put the bucket to her mouth, drinking four liters of her own tepid urine.