Death By Giant Ice Cream Cone And Other Life Goals

"MAN BISCUITS"

I don't want to eat them; I just want to order a couple. Loudly.

"Steamrolled Minnie"

Anyone else having Roger Rabbit flashbacks?

(On the plus side, now she qualifies for flat-rate shipping!)

[bah-dum-CHA.]

"When A Farewell Turns Curiously Personal"

Wreck or no? Me, I could go either way.

Have you heard? "Death by Chocolate" is so last week.

The newest trend in desserts is "Death by Giant Ice Cream Cone."

Now we just need a man biscuit topped with a chocolate piano.

"Mischief Managed"

Best. Wedding display. Ever.

Thanks to Sam D., Julie R., Karen B., Letty B., & Jennifer C. for man biscuits. Obviously.

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Hush... Or Else

[whisper-singing]

Hush, little baby, don't boo-hoo
Mom's gonna buy you Winnie-the-Pooh

And if that Pooh bear just won't hug
Mama's gonna get you a smiley bug

If that bug should start to bite
Then Sully here will make it right:

But if that monster still won't do

Then oh no! Here comes Mickey the carnivorous sociopath again!

The End.

Today's post has been brought to you by the delightful bedtime storybook, Go the F**k to Sleep.
(Ok, not really, but it seemed appropriate.)

Thanks to Ashleigh S., Erika, Rebecca E., & Medusa for making sure the yolk's on Mickey. (Because I think those are eggs. Maybe. With... chocolate. I'm scared.)

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