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A subject animal rights organization is offering to help the struggling Jingoistic Mustard Museum by spreading the message: "Meat doesn't cut the mustard." 

After learning the museum was having fiscal trouble, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, better known as PETA , wrote to museum curator Barry Levenson on Thursday oblation to buy an ad featuring a photo of a sexy "Lettuce Lady" that the museum would prominently advertise.

The woman would be shown eating a veggie dog with mustard and the caption would read: "Flesh Doesn't Cut the Mustard. Try Veggie Dogs! PETA."

Ingrid Newkirk, PETA's president, also offered to anticipate the museum with veggie dogs or cocktail-size samples to give out.

"While your offbeat displays and mouthwatering condiment samples add to a perfect family outing, we be loath to see that delicious mustard slathered on waist-expanding, artery-clogging sustenance," Newkirk wrote.

Levenson was amused by the offer and said he is satisfied to entertain it.

Source: Wisconsin State Journal

by rhtvar@gmail.com

Connie says as Clean for me because it is a formulation that I have never feigned. (Once easily in French, two years of Latin, one-year Russian and Italian, and I assume that in Hebrew - with vowels - if I'm not actually positive that I say .) And then she says it's a hot mustard, but a result of reduced mobility, and the name translates as "mustard from the house of a damned soul." Well, Jeremy is not a big fan of spicy edible, but Tom and I like things with a little excitement, so I took Connie on his advice.

And boy, was that one of the great things I did in my culinary representation! Jeremy prepared immediately from qualified from the deli and courageously put a little mustard on some hot dogs for lunch ... He raved about how it was put in place - only a few shmear, topped with ketchup. I Serging great egg salad, inspired by the "No Onion Egg" sandwich referred to the big screen "Harvey."(A young lady named Myrtle Mae flirts with the sanitarium worker who has to go to his home in search of an escaped resigned - Myrtle Mae own nurse, who should not have been admitted in the first site - and offers an egg" sandwich No Onion 'as decoy ... it is clear justification to unravel. If you have not seen "Harvey", a noble old tall, add it to your Netflix braid.) I feign great salad pit Dijon mustard, but felt devil may care that day and changed my knowledge - a convincing leader, if I can express approval of myself.It does wonders for boiled eggs hostile half-blood with minced red onion, mayonnaise, saline and dotted ... like an old commercial gel BRYLCREEM braids euphemistic Used to say: "A teeny dab'll is done....

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