The good thing about this can of Campbell’s Cream Of Chicken Feet Soup is that you can use one of the talons to open the can.
Uh, thanks mom, but I don’t need any soup. I’m feeling much better now. Your choice of grocery store items has induced vomiting. As usual. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.
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Teeth. Why do so many Etsy sellers make things from or about teeth? Why so obsessed? Ya’ll are gross. I said that all southern like to make my point. You guys are just nasty. Click through for a bunch of freaky teeth related Etsy finds that you can really sink your teeth into.
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Ok, so I’m looking at the poster, but I’m not seeing where the bacon is. Nor do I see where hot dogs come from. I can tell you that the pork pooper is not at all what I thought it would be.
This $145 vintage poster from Ebay will teach you all kinds of things about the anatomy of Pigs. The most important thing that I took away from this is that I really could use a bacon sandwich. Oh, and what a pig pooper looks like.
Zombie toes are just as nasty as the rest of the Zombie. Apparently Zombie toes each have little faces and mouths. Who knew? I run from Zombies, I don’t take their shoes off and inspect their undead feet. Now that I know, I am sickened and fascinated at the same time.
This little piggy killed at market, this little piggy craved brains, and this little piggy staggered all the way home moaning….I’ve seen some nasty toes in my day, but these guys are the worst. Do we know if athlete’s foot kills them? I’m gonna put ’em all in a sock and beat a Zombie in the face with ’em.
Click through for more undead toe jam mixed with funk and bone fragments.
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Know where your poop comes from and show everyone else, with this anatomical intestines necklace from Etsy seller beatblack. Display your intestinal issues on your neck for all to see.
Always wear your insides on your outside, that’s what I say. That’s why I have a tattoo of my colon on my shoulder, wrapped around an anchor. Gotta respect where the poop comes from.