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: