Link, link, rink-a-dink.

Did the world really need this?

Pretty sure New York City didn’t need this.

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6 Responses to Link, link, rink-a-dink.

  1. Gayle says:

    I would try beer ice cream…

  2. Kitten WAW says:

    Just re-imagining The Silence of the Lambs: I ate his liver with some fava beans and a waffle cone of nice Chianti. I’m not sure, but I think that makes it even creepier.

  3. k says:

    Kitten WAW- makes it totally more creepy, like wearing a clown costume to butcher people.

    Also, is American Gladiators still a thing? “For your next challenge, 150 meters through New York sewer water up to. your waist. (You might want to check in with your physician afterwards for a nice cocktail of antibiotics.)”

  4. That scene of the woman in the subway freaked me out. I wanted her to go UP the stairs. Now the poor west is going to Bake.

  5. =Tamar says:

    The frozen booze is mixed with “gums and stabilisers” – gack. I’ve been avoiding stuff with gums in it for a couple of years now, even more now that I tried something that turned out to have a new one I didn’t know about – I can handle guar gum, but gellan gum literally makes me sick to my stomach. There’s a new chemical being used instead of baking powder, too, and it’s horribly harsh (sodium acid pyrophosphate). That stuff ruined my formerly favorite commercial cookie that used to be just real ingredients. The manufacturers are forcing me to eat clean.

  6. kimsdee says:

    Had I not raised two gamers, today’s photo would have sailed right past me. Well done.

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