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Sexy Burger King Halloween Black Whopper Poop Costume

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Sexy Burger King Halloween Black Whopper Poop Costume
Enjoy this tutorial on how to make a Sexy Burger King Halloween Black Whopper Poop Costume. Because, you know, it’s not enough that the burger turned your poop a neon green shade of nuclear waste. You might as well dress up as that glowing green streamer and go collect candy this Halloween.

I don’t know. I think they kinda skimped on this costume. I’d like both an option with nuts and one with corn. Just to be as authentic as possible. Maybe a mini-turd version for the kids.

Doc! Why is my poop green? Is it because of the Burger king Black Whopper?

No, it’s because I asked for that stool sample a month ago. One month ago you dropped the log, but you didn’t get it to the lumber yard until now. Now it’s all moldy. You disgust me.

Cheeseburger Wristwarmer Set

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cheeseburger handwarmer
This cheeseburger wrist warmer set will keep you warm in cold weather, which beats buying like 4 Big Macs and stuffing them into your coat for warmth. One under each arm pit and two in this special bra I made. Go ahead and laugh, but I’m warm and toasty, even if I do smell like substandard meat all day. I also get a 6 pack of Chicken Mcnuggets, but I ain’t saying where I put those.

I would totally rock these, but I don’t see any pickles. You gotta have pickles.

Fast Food Nightmare Painting

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omgwtfgmoDamn. This painting titled “Fast Food Nightmare 3” is scary as hell because it’s like one of those horror movies that’s based on a true story. Let’s see if I can decode this work of art.

Basically, Ronald McDonald is feeding some GMO corn to the Taco Bell dog, who naturally has explosive diarrhea and poops on the clown prince of crime’s oversized shoe. Burger King is all like, “my thumbs are tied. I can neither help with the cleanup or serve it up as a whopper. But can you save it for me?” Then Wendy is all like, “He he. I’m evil with a cute face.” Jack in the box looks on like an illuminati master, waiting, calculating. Seeing how it all plays out. Meanwhile, it must be the blindfolded customer’s first time dining in hell, because she’s not obscenely obese. Also, she has no arms with which to choke Colonel Sander’s chicken.