At the illegal pastry fights of southern Ecudaor, I always bet on pie.

pavlova wins. it's all in the element of suprise.

You'd think so, but the Pavlova lost early to the Apfelstrudel. It was sad. Meringue was everywhere, and in the end we had to put 'em down.

*leaves a pork pie for all the pie haters to savour*

no, that's just quiche spreading lies. "divide and conquer" right? pavlova won. don't you believe otherwise.

Quiche is such a snobby bitch.

Quiche broke my heart.

Quiche is fucking delicious. Stupid slut.

If Quiche had a chance It'd kill you and everyone you love. Don't think it wouldn't.

Quiche slept with my sister, Astray.

So Quiche was all ,like, up in this bacon Pierogis' filling at the club. Then, like, the Pierogi, like, totally slapped Quiche in the spinach. I, like, totally wanted to laugh 'cause Quiche had it coming, y'know?

Quiche thinks he's so cool. We all know he's a cake boy.

The haircut is a dead giveaway.

God, quiche is such a douche.

Unknown, as pie never loses.

I'll have you know that I've been breeding and training a kennel of bearclaw danishes that are so game it's sick.

Fuck, I love this fucking thread almost as much as I fucking hate pie.

666Irish said:
Man goes into cage.

Cage goes into Bakery.

Pie in the bakery.

We're gonna need a bigger boat!

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

SMILE! YOU MISERABLE SON OF A......

Only a few years too late.

Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this pie for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad pastry. Not like going down to the pond and chasing eclairs and petit fours. This pie, swallow you whole. No shakin', no tenderizin', down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's too many captains on this island. Ten thousand dollars for me by myself. For that you get the crust, the filling, the meringue, the whole damn thing.

I just found out, that a girl got killed here last week, and you knew it! You knew there was a pie out there! You knew it was dangerous! But you let people go swimming anyway? You knew all those things! But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it. My boy is dead. I wanted you to know that.

I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a delicious dessert.

Pie and bacon both suck. Who 'bout dem apples?

I've had quiche for breakfast two days in a row. Today's had no crust. Fear me.

Oh, and it also had bacon in it, you fucking heathen.

Because it is Pi day. I am going to bump this thread. It has pie.

_Pie_?

That's some pie Harry.