Shame on Ikon Grill.Cilantro mashed potatoesServed with every dish.
Sometimes I forget...Then it rears its ugly stench.Please, someone kill me.
They say that it's greatIt brings pizazz to the plateI won't take the bait.
Saw it on TV--They ate the leaves right off it.I wanted to puke.
"Is there cilantro?""I don't think so, just taste it."Forgive him, Father.
LO, if my burrit- O is EVER ruined ag-ain, i WILL scream loud!
It's time for real changeoh President Obamaoutlaw cilantro.
I will not kiss you,You just ate some cilantro,We should break up now.
Punishment it isCruel and unusualCilantro can kill
Each time I taste itIt tastes worse than the last timeIt is just awful
I hate it so muchIt's the herb of the devilGet it out of here
PusilanimousCilantro Toadies BobbingIn The Slimy Pond
Poopy CilantroCoriander PseudonymPutrescent Horror
he sweetly made meblack bean dip and I said, thatbest be basil, bitch.
Flake, leaf, pinch or zest,Everything still tastes a mess.I spurn and digress.
My dear cilantro,Why were you on my nachos?I wanted to die.
Guac is deliciousBut when scathed with cilantro,Prepare for your death.
Cringing with disgust,The foul stench pervades my soul.Must have... antidote.
How do I hate thee?Let me count the many ways...You arouse my rage!
Stop blaming Yoko.Oh no! It was cilantrothat split the Beatles.
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