This Is The Most Delightful Thing I've Seen Today

Disgustingly, the Meat WITH Feet truck never leaves Quentin Tarantino's driveway.

Because ... see ... he's always going on about the foot fetish thing ... in every goddamn movie ... because he's a gigantic perv ... and somehow we're supposed to give a shit about his personal kinks ...

Oh, never mind.



But this truck? Awesome.


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Pop Quiz: How Desperate/Hungry/Stoned Are You?

Should you find yourself in the frozen food aisle at 2:30 in the morning and this box has captured your attention ...

... then clearly you are:

A) Pretty Freakin' Desperate/Hungry/Stoned

However, if five to ten minutes pass and you haven't moved an inch, but continue to stare fixedly at the box without blinking ...

... then clearly you've moved on to the next phase:

B) Extremely Goddamn Desperate/Hungry/Stoned

But ... if these symptoms persist and you bring this box to the register anyway ... despite the clearly-printed single-word warning (presumably from the Surgeon General himself) that means you should NEVER, under ANY circumstances, put this item in or around your mouth ...

... well, at that point there isn't much any of us can do for you. You're clearly well into the final stage:

C) Sweet Merciful Fuck, You Should Be On Suicide Watch

Godspeed, my friend. Godspeed. We'll tell your family you loved them.



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Sometimes It's Nice When Things Are Nice

You know ... every once in a while I stumble upon a thing that doesn't suck.

This was one of those times.

Sure, it's a little slap-dash and inelegant from an artistic technique standpoint ... but I have to admit ... it made me smile.

Even though I'm nobody's mother.

Thanks, WB. Wherever you are.

I hope your mom appreciated the sentiment.


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Well, That Seems Needlessly Harsh

Way to rub it in.


Jerks.


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She Left Them No Choice, Really

Predictably, she was stoned and burned at the stake for leg witchcraft.



Though due to her remarkably low fat content, she did make for very poor kindling.



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Sometimes The Hardest Thing To Do Is Heed Your Own Warning (SFiP!)

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Worst. Gumball Machine. EVER.

Say, I sure would love a bit of sweet, refreshing chewing gum!

Well, what do you know! How convenient!

And lucky me, I've got some quarters right here! Let me just drop those in and give it a twist--

OH SWEET MERCIFUL JESUS!!!

MY TOOTH-PULP!! MY PULVERIZED, BLOOD-DRENCHED TOOTH-PULP!!!


Oh, hey! Wintergreen!


OH GOD!! IT BURNS!! IT BURNS!!



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