That's something that I would do for the fun of it. Except like a demon head.
Fuck beans, that's a pant-soilingly scary picture. I don't like my food to look at me, unless it's langoustines.
EEWWW!Too creepy!! That gave me the heebie-jeebies::shudders::
The earrings are a nice touch! And thanks for dropping by my place!
Holy crap. The Guv has come to the conclusion certain people are weird. And thoroughly scary. Maybe Bert should try similar with bananas?
Hey, Guv, bend over and we can try something with my banana ...Geez, now I forgot what I was going to say to Katrocket! Based on who I am and what I believe in, it was probably something along the lines of wanting to see HER melons. But I'm just guessing.
That's the best advice I've heard in ages! Now I can stop carving that meatloaf into the Statue of David for my garden party. What a load off...I couldn't get the hands right, either.
Bananas! Melonas! yeah!
I am hoping that isn't supposed to be the bride. Sometimes the idea of something is far better than the end result.
That's great! Want to make one REALLY scary? Carve it to look like the Elephant man.
Chardsy linked me to this.I made a mess in my cube.
I can't stop laughing at this comment of yours on BeckEye's blog -When I first saw the words Animal Cops, I thought Oh God NO! BeckEye is hooked on some kinda Meerkat Mansion show where animals dress up like cops and solve crimes.God you make me laugh.
I see the virgin mary in that watermelon carving
I seriously can't get enough of this picture. It is hilarious yet so disturbing.
Wow. I also hate and fear watermelon, so the carving was just like icing on the icing.
Oh holy son of Burt Bacharach. I'm so glad I'm reading this at work AFTER everyone left because I'm laughing like a complete idiot. Still, I love watermelon so much. This better not change things or I'm coming after you.
Even if you're hosting a blog, you shouldn't scare your guests. Holy Fuck!
this creeps me out everytime I come back here. Please keep posting so that it falls from the page.
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