My husband bought some to bring back to people he knew would get grossed out, and then make someone at work eat it. While he was grabbing some, some horribly obese woman was grabbing some too, and told him that she made two cans a day for her husband, and it was the highlight of his day.
Anyone ever have Corned Beef Hash from a can?
I bought some the other day while grocery shopping because it looked interesting and the picture on the can looked kind of appetizing. Then I opened the can and this came out:
I submit pizza kits. The results are always ... disappointing.
These recipes cards for the poor, fat and lonely.
That's obviously a happy guy with a cool mustache. Nice try, though.
I see only loneliness in his eyes. It's always what's in the eyes.
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
The famed gonzo otaku journalist writes about the death of gaming culture in 2014.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
The Comedy Goldmine examines the funniest and most creative threads from the Something Awful Forums. Although the Comedy Goldmine has changed authors many times over the years, its focus on the Something Awful Forums is still the same. Includes hilarious Photoshops, amusing work stories, parodies, and other types of oddball humor.