Well, at least 50% of them. Give or take…
I have no idea. My lack of interest in analingus has no bearing on my desire to eat this candy, or my desire to actually eat anuses.
Where do you suggest I wear that thing?
I find your sense of humor dark, constricting, yet overall satisfying.
Please, continue.
Perhaps more of paper weight for your tax returns.
While the Amazon description @xeni quotes talks about:
I note that the original manufacturer’s website that @anon24181555 found above pointedly fails to mention anything at all about the original castee.
Think too much about the possible implications of that at your own risk. ![]()
“The man behind the Edible Anus, Magnus Irvin, first started by casting his own anus. The process, however, wasn’t without setbacks”
Did anybody think to send Xeni a box for V Day?
In which play?
A Midsummer Night’s Dream. His Bottom was the talk of the West End.
Oh! Well found! 
I do hope that that searching doesn’t have interesting effects on your Amazon/Google customised ads from here on out. 
At the risk of furious anger and well earned turmoil, I would like to remind gentle folk that @anon67050589 is likely turning in her grave.
Wait, what, not only is she not dead but has a wonderful family, peers and people that adore her!? And has the graciousness of Dame Judy Dench to put up with our tomfoolery!?
I swear to god, the last thing I will ever hear when I shuffle off this mortal coil, is a sweet, soft, whisper from @anon67050589, “I told you so”.
You bet your sweet ass…

Plus
Mrs. Old sure was surprised when she pulled a package of Black Anus Burgers out of the freezer.
https://cdck-file-uploads-global.s3.dualstack.us-west-2.amazonaws.com/boingboing/original/3X/e/7/e716de50a220227b48c292a6112ac448c3c660aa.gif
*Pun totally intended.
… Except your gif is of Adam Hills, who’s an Aussie - so he’d be like, ‘that’s just not clarsey’ ![]()
Something about him is annoying. He comes off like he’s doing the world some sort of huge service by going around the world eating.
Q: Guess what?
A: Chicken butts.
Wait…what? Do you think I’m lying on a fainting couch? 
Q: Guess why?
A:



