Clearly, the answer can only be divined through the words of Alton Brown: Good Eats.
And ZOMG I totally hadn't realized the zombiefest going on in your journal, but I have to show you this fantasgoric music video my friend Liese made. Beatles + Zombies = Win.
I see how this works, you confuse with me hard stuff and have now lured me in with a really easy one! The answer is (quite obviously) string cheese with a side of bacon.
See, I typed that in but Firefox spell-check gave me a red squiggly line. I was too lazy to look it up, so I just changed to to get rid of the red squiggly line of DOOM. But the American Heritage dictionary agrees that I should edit the post. :/ But then... then the red line will come back and what if it GETS ME?! O.O
1) How well trained my sand sharks are at rounding up fish.
2) the size of the doghouse roof
3) the size of the fish
4) the appetite of the extremely handsome captain of the flying pirate ship that patrols the desert, who happened to rescue me when the wheels of my canoe fell off.
Which means that:
how many fish can you fry on the roof of a doghouse = expertise of sharks x size of the doghouse x size of the fish x appetite
If the roof is oak wood painted , √(-π9.2xe) fish where x depends on the species and personality of the fish and can be looked up in Aquatic Variables (vol 2) for use in Everyday Cooking, which I assume you'd have, because iirc there was a buy-1-volume-get-4-free deal at Borders, which, dude, I had to kill twenty-seven people to get in on that action and then I had to defeat a fucking warlock who was TOTALLY abusing his mystical powers in order to get his hands on the books, but, really, if I had the ability to raise the dead and make them obey my every order and whim, I'd be doing similar things although I don't know if I'd trust them with really important books because what if their arms fall off and they drop the book? And you know what else? Zombies aren't exactly the safest servants to have around. Hellooooo fire risk - you want those flammable pieces of rotting flesh to go get paper books? Fine, just don't come crawling to any of us unretarded people when your entire collection of Mills & Boons goes up in fucking smoke, just like your career, I mean, seriously, children's parties? You're not even zombifying the children and taking their delicious cake. What sort of warlock are you? I bet you're the sort that goes into a desert without spare wheels in your bag of holding because it's too full of cotton you need to fix up your decaying minions and film for your camera - helloooo, twenty-first century here? We have these things called DITIGAL CAMERAS now, although you'd need to get a cloth for the LCD because ew, zombie dust all over it.
I'm sure I'm not the only one, but ...
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And ZOMG I totally hadn't realized the zombiefest going on in your journal, but I have to show you this fantasgoric music video my friend Liese made. Beatles + Zombies = Win.
http://liesekins.livejournal.com/195198.html
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Also, canoeing. Just FYI.
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Also...
"No soap, radio"
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1) How well trained my sand sharks are at rounding up fish.
2) the size of the doghouse roof
3) the size of the fish
4) the appetite of the extremely handsome captain of the flying pirate ship that patrols the desert, who happened to rescue me when the wheels of my canoe fell off.
Which means that:
how many fish can you fry on the roof of a doghouse = expertise of sharks x size of the doghouse x size of the fish x appetite
or
X x 2lh x s x a = F
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