Make Your Own Kind of Muse Sick
22. Jul, 2009 
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we all knew that Mama Cass Elliot had an appetite the size youranus, but an unyielding love for the crappy Hardee’s? listen hear for poof [d]. she was probably paid to sing their praises, throbviously, but curious if her contact was set up to pay her in hamburgers and fries that went straight to her thighs. no word on whether the fictional ham sandwich that she choked on came from their breakfast menu. sorry if we offended anyone with this pointless post. we love Mama, and don’t want to be considered a Cass-hole by any stretch armstrong of the imaginasian. and although Hardee’s food blows more goats than your dad and Balki Bartokomous combined, we do have to give it some minor props de leon for offering up newborn (better than ezra) Pound Puppies for sale at reasonable prices in the 80s. and bi the gay, The Pound Pups are back for a whole new generation of kids whose parents can’t afford a real dog!!!
