MMMMMMM&m's
Ahh, M&Ms. Am I right? Except the green ones really have no effect on me, so that's totally false advertising right there. Well, unless bloating counts. (No? Then, no.)
So anyway, what could be better than M&Ms on cake? And it's so easy! Just sprinkle a few tastefully here and there, and...
Kerum S., Janet, Marcus J., John D., & Jessica S., not that stapler. That's my stapler. Don't touch my stapler.
So anyway, what could be better than M&Ms on cake? And it's so easy! Just sprinkle a few tastefully here and there, and...
Oh.
Yeah, well. I'd still eat it.
Or, if you're really ambitious, you could just cover the whole cake with 'em:
Yeah, well. I'd still eat it.
Or, if you're really ambitious, you could just cover the whole cake with 'em:
"Rawr! We are the dread pirate M&Ms!"
Red: "Really? I thought we were zombie dinosaurs."
Blue: "Ug. Judging by this thing on my head I'd say we're pigeon targets."
And for you master bakers, why not try a beautifully sculpted, full size M&M guy?Red: "Really? I thought we were zombie dinosaurs."
Blue: "Ug. Judging by this thing on my head I'd say we're pigeon targets."
And finally, your moment of migraine-inducing zen:
Can't read it?
The trick is to half cross your eyes, tilt your head at a precise 42 degree angle to the right, and then have a friend hit you soundly across the face with a stapler.
Or just keep staring. You'll feel the same either way in about five minutes.
The trick is to half cross your eyes, tilt your head at a precise 42 degree angle to the right, and then have a friend hit you soundly across the face with a stapler.
Or just keep staring. You'll feel the same either way in about five minutes.
Kerum S., Janet, Marcus J., John D., & Jessica S., not that stapler. That's my stapler. Don't touch my stapler.
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