Breakfast Meats Band-Aids

So I haven't blogged in forever. Well, bite me. Or better yet, next time you cut yourself, treat yourself to one of these charming band-aids that calls to you to gnaw hungrily into your own savaged flesh.



Perhaps I am stretching things here to suggest that most people don't like wearing their food. I mean, generally, when one spills food on themselves the sentiment is something like "Aw shit, my crotch/cleavage/pudge/rectum didn't need feeding." So why the bacon band-aids? WHY?? Soon people are going to be inventing socks that make it look like there's TP stuck in your shoe, and bicycling butt-pad pants that make it look like you've shit yourself.

Welcome, my friends, to a WTF moment.