This is about as bad as it gets people. The good news is there's only two more installments until the hurting can finally stop (for all of us).
A hot dog...on skis. Whee! It doesn't get more whimsical than this...oh, to have the imagination of a young boy again.
It's funny that their father was taken from them...cut, de-barked, pulped, boiled, bleached, cut again, printed, glued. And amazing they could recognize him after all that.
Why yes indeed he is. Welcome to the bottom of the barrel, folks. I hope you enjoyed the ride. It's only upwards from here.
See, I told you it would get better. This one is a bit more sophisticated. I'm particularly fond of the bottles of Ketchup and Mowrer. Wait a minute...EWW!
2 comments:
Oh, those were trees? For some reason I was seeing meatballs on pedestals
What would Mowrer sauce taste like?
You'll have to ask Angie. ;)
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