I don’t need to watch what I’m doing to cure cancer.
I’m a hot scientist. I’ll just stare at my pretty co-worker while she does nothing too.
(Jacqui)
The caption: “spicy lobster delight with avocado cappuccino.”
No amount of snowflakes and glitter could make this delightful. This is food from my nightmares.
Their caption: “A seductive face in the elevator.”
Our caption: “I’m going to skin you and eat your heart.”
(Courtesy of Jacqui)
A Photoshopped Gene Simmons tongue licking a frozen block of Pepto Bismol. Mm-mm, now that’s what I call sexy!
Excuse me, Ms Desmond?
Dramatic Prairie Dog?
This young lady would like a word:
Meet Senile Grandpa Car-Fries:
…and Bobby Ray Dog-Baiter:
Tyler always did love Sundae Sunday until that fateful day when his entire family was gunned down before his eyes. Never again could he dissociate the taste of hot fudge from the stench of blood, the tang of cordite. One day, he vowed, one day Monday would come. And with it, justice.
To feature in my upcoming coffee table book, “Vagrant Eurotrash Eating Offal in the Woods” (Phaidon 2010).