Lucky Lunchbox!

Hey, who's eating who for lunch today!?! The scent of flounder fills the Cabin air, as Uncle PMAC searches through his fridge in nothing but his underwear! 'What shall I eat,' ponders the Tall Glass O'Prick? Perhaps a pussy, to feed my fat fuckin dick!?! I open up my cabinets, and ransack the freezer, but I'm so horny, I grab the meat cleaver! I'll chop off my johnson if I don't fuck that snatch! When are the cookies ready, I'll bake the next batch! Come on, baby, all I want is a blow! Quick, grab me my condoms, and fetch me my kimono! I'm Uncle PMAC, not Rick Welts! I want a pussy and chips, I'm tired of tuna-melts! Oh, Sir PMAC, what about a wrap with salami? Fuck off, dickbreath, switch the bread to rye, and make it pastrami! Now do me a favor and add some mustard and cheese, but before you do that, allow me to say please! Hurry up, and cut that cocksucker into fours, then clean up the mess, and close all the doors! 'Tis lunchtime at the Cabin, and Uncle PMAC simply wants to know, 'what the fuck are you having?'