Tags » Ass Pics
“HONEY, I’m home! Golly, I’m famished. What’s for dinner?”
“Oh, just something I picked up off the floor of this crazy dive bar I discovered down the street that I encased with gelatin.” 108 more words
"We have enough beautiful food for the content, Phil, so just put the butt-ugly mistakes on the cover."
How to make beautiful food in a mold! How to compose soothing symphonies using only recorders and kazoos! How to look magnificent in a bikini by gaining two hundred pounds! 40 more words
I don’t care how artfully dark the lighting guy made this scene, I can still clearly see a half dozen shrimp vomiting into Mt. Wobbles, the Shrine to the Ass-tec God of Arti-Choke and Kill-rabi which demands an annual sacrifice of two bottles of extra virgin olive oil to uphold said god’s greasiness quotient.
This work of culinary art looks like it’s been taken over by one of those horrifying parasitic organisms you only see in National Geographic magazine, like there’s an evolved species of Mandarin orange that lays its fruit babies inside your skin and three days later you’re covered in tangy pustules and uncontrollably shitting citrus slices.