This one’s taken completely out of context from a
James Lileks piece:
Say there, Steve Allen – what would you do for Oscar Meyer
Meat Paste? "Why, I’d feed my child to a pack of baying curs, then spread
her remains on the prong-phallused death-god of Antohep, assuring her damnation
in the Trough of Beetles!"
Nope, folks, you don’t get much more random than that.