What the heck is a "Bruno Mars"?

[Bun Kenobi]

A Bruno Mars is a traditional Swiss baked good. To make one you'll need a few basic ingredients:

• 1/2 cupwhite sugar
• 4 cupsall-purpose flour
• 2 teaspoonsbaking powder
• 3/4 teaspoonsalt
• 1 pound butter
• 2 eggs
• 1 package (1/4 oz) of active dry yeast

Directions:

1. Start with the pound of butter. Roll it in the sugar. Set this aside.
2. Take the baking powder and mix it with the yeast, salt, and flour. Throw that mess away.
3. Leave the eggs outside for several weeks until they are thoroughly rotten. Throw them at cars.
4. Take the sugared butter, and mash it into your face.
5. Go to your local baker and purchase a Bruno Mars.
6. Lie to your friends and family, telling them that you made the Bruno Mars yourself.
7. Enjoy!

[Hauldren Collider]

These are getting out of hand.

[The Mad Monk]

Yeah, really. I wanted better directions than those.

[Colonâ„¢]

/agree

And the answer to the above question is "Eric Clapton wouldn't let the heroin tumble out of a 53rd story window."

They said the window, about 6 feet high and 4 feet wide, was left open after it was cleaned by a housekeeper. The boy, who was not in the room during the cleaning, darted past the housekeeper and somehow fell out the window, which was not protected by a window guard, the police said

[regexcellent]

Yeah it's a joke, I know it wasn't actually his fault.

[Ben Kenobi]

These are getting out of hand.

So we've got Ban and Bun now. One more and we'll match the 4 kenobis on the panda site.

[Colonâ„¢]

Yeah it's a joke, I know it wasn't actually his fault.

I would reply it's a tasteless joke but then Felch would accuse me of violating free speech.

[Felch]

Speech won't be truly free until all Europeans are silenced.

[Dinner]

This isn't about the Veronica Mars movie?

[The Mad Monk]

Careful, with your track record folks will think you're serious.

[molly bloom]

I'm confident reg can meet your challenge. Wrongness is kind of a lifestyle of him.

And H.C. . When they get together and have a coffee morning about 20th Century history, I know it's time to get the wet wipes out, in case liquid starts shooting down my nose.