As soon as these become available we need a FoB review ASAP.

As I was looking at these I was thinking, “Just because you can (hayoh!) make something, doesn’t mean you should.”

Just type “boob cake” into a google search and click images.
It’s that simple.

I don’t know how I stumble  upon these sorts of things. I’d rather not. It’s like, “Oh, fer Chrissakes, the crushing of various foods by girls with dainty painted feet and spiked heels has become a fetish genre in its own right…”

Are there dudes, somewhere, who spank their monks to this stuff? Of course. I just know it, sight unseen. Some probably even pay money for “private shows.”

By comparison, the rabbi Chaim Baummel, being whipped by a dominatrix, while his wife sat a his feet and ate pork, is kinda comprehensible.

Without further exposition—

Carla’s pretty piggies fornicate with a ripe banana. Heads up: she wants to trade videos.

For advanced practicioners, spiked heels meet Spam and love it slowly…

So, this Buffalo, NY traffic cop pulls this guy over for running a red light, and looking in the dude’s trunk he discovers a cat in a cage. The cat’s fur is soaked in oil, salt, and mixed hot peppers. The guy claims he’s marinating the cat in preparation for cooking him.

Naturally, the cops confiscated the hapless cat and charged his previous owner with cruelty. I won’t quibble too much about this, but after having encountered innumerable feral barn cats with anemic offspring being devoured by fleas as well as abandoned cats out in the snow trying to make a living on chicken bones and pizza crust, I tend to question just how cruel hitting one of the buggers over the head and cooking it really is. Especially when viewed in contrast to milk-fed veal, and geese with their feet nailed to the floor for purposes of nurturing preternaturally large foie gras through forced feeding.

What gets me, though, is how the guy had the cat marinating, alive, in its fur. That’s retarded – that’s like a Looney Tunes episode where the Tasmanian Devil is gonna cook Bugs Bunny and is salting him while Bugs is still alive and alert. Or when Porky gives every indication that he intends to cook and serve Bugs to Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall with the viscera still inside the long-eared galoot.

Well, our cat connoisseur doesn’t look like the brightest star in the universe (see right), and I like the cat’s looks better than his (see upper left), so all’s well that ends well. We’d best leave the cats alone until post nuclear apocalypse.

Here’s a link to the original article and video. The cat has a new home, now.

Incidentally, it was discussed today that you could probably make a meatless version of this.

Turtle Burgers

Handmade ground beef patties, topped with sharp cheddar cheese, wrapped in a bacon weave, then the next step, add hotdogs as the heads, legs with slits for toes and tail.

Next step. Place on an oven rack, covered loosely with foil and baked for 20-30 minutes at 400 degrees. A little crispy, not too crunchy.

I have to say that i was a little surprised, if not actually shocked, that so many of my Fellow Fingers expressed such a lack of enthusiasm for the Glory of the Burger. I feel kind of weird about it. Like thinking everyone in the family liked Gunsmoke, and then discovering upon bringing a complete boxed-set of classic Gunsmoke episodes to a family get together, half of the family thinks James Arness was a turd.

It’s meat! What’s not to like?

Ok, maybe you want more veg. I am here to serve you! More veg! In fact it’s actually a salad!

Fellow Fingers I bring to you the Cheeseburger Salad! (bacon bits optional)