D-Mar
The meaty masterpiece you get when you order chicken at Bill Knapp's and hope it doesn't come back to haunt you.
I ate D-Mar and now I'm stuck in the bathroom for three hours.
That D-Mar was so good, I cried and then laughed and then cried again.
I told my mom I was getting D-Mar, and she said, 'You better not eat it all, or I'm coming over.'