“…with this thoroughly tongue-in-cheek gift.”
I GET IT!
“…with this thoroughly tongue-in-cheek gift.”
I GET IT!
Wow, Shud is like, the perfect name for a blobfish.
It’s not that rimming is “gross,” per se; it’s that the gimmick for profit based upon mere shock value here is so flagrantly tacky.
Don’t forget cheap calamari.
The story he told Emily went something like this. A while ago, he was visiting a pork-processing plant in Oklahoma. He's walking through it with a friend, a guy who managed the plant, actually. And at some point he saw boxes stacked on the floor labeled, "artificial calamari." He stood there, wondering for a second. And then he asked his friend, what's artificial calamari? Bung, his friend replied. It's hog rectum. Rectum that would be sliced into rings, deep fried, and boom. There you have it.
Unfair. The blobfish doesn’t look like that at its normal pressure; the specimen we saw had basically exploded. If you dragged a tiger to the bottom of the Marianas Trench it would be ugly too.
I’m not clicking that.
*lolz
Also this seems apt:
Poor tiger!
Um, thanks?
*lolz
Again, it ain’t the correlation to the sexual act of ‘analingus’ that’s my issue here; it’s the highly questionable taste level.*
*Pun totally intended.
Bad xeni! Bad!
(I am laughing so hard right now, but I keep wanting to keep the school marm bit up a little longer)
Didn’t I assuage your fears?
What’s classier than immortalizing your favorite body part of that special someone in bronze or silver?
Wait, can I legitimately call you crowd assholes?
Actually?
No, not so much.
Now ‘mi culo’ is actively terrified of unknown random tongues.
+1 for John Candy!
He was awesome; I miss him.
So I’m stressed out about a job interview occuring in several hours. Reading about edible… Things.
I have some serious self reflection to do this week.
Thanks @xeni !!
Those don’t seem edible.
Seriously, no “Christ, what an asshole!” jokes?
Or Ricky Martin and menudo.
These jokes make themselves.