Cannibals Archivi - Barzellette

You are what you eat. Be yourself.

You are what you eat.
Be yourself.

I’m the only guy I know who prefers big fat girls.
But then again, I’m also the only cannibal I know.

A girl came up to me last night and said with a smile, ”My mate wants a piece of you.”
It wasn’t the best thing to hear at a cannibal party.

I’m cooking Christmas dinner with the wife this year.
I know turkey is more traditional, but I’m sure she’ll taste alright.

If you are a literal minded cannibal, self-catering vacations are a bad idea

I think that my daughter is becoming sick.
She just doesn’t seem to be settling well in my stomach.

A friend has just come off holiday but he’s lost an arm. He said that he’ll never be going Self Catering ever again…….

Right then, checklist for tonight.
Cianti. Check.
Fava beans. Check.
Great. Now all I have to do is sit tight and wait for this census man.

My mates call me Pepperami. Not because i’ve got a fiery temper.
Its because i ate my kids.

Dedication. Sacrifice. Guts. Glory.
You need all these to be an Olympian…
or a cannibal.