You know how those Catholic girls can be. From Billy Joel to Alanis Morissette, bards across the ages have chronicled their plunging descent from the convent into the degraded wasteland of sin and vice in which they dwell from puberty onward. Never has this been more obvious than in our Flickred and Facebooked culture.
The proof? Click past the jump to see what happens to a simple, youthful native of Eire once she ripens and the sharpers find her. Bob Guccione has a lot to answer for.
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Guess which I am!!!
You Are Profoundly Disturbing |
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You aren’t just attracted to darkness – you thrive in it. Your interests are downright creepy, and you may even lack normal human empathy. While there’s no harm in enjoying the macabre, remember to keep your vilest thoughts to yourself! |
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In a world where our most revered chef is a nattering, giggling, chainsmoking, Botox-riddled second-rate Mary Richards impersonator, it is heartening at last to find a show featuring someone so singlemindedly dedicated to the pursuit of culinary perfection. Someone for whom the mysteries of the roux are as deserving of attention as the mysteries of geopolitics, or the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present: Cookin’ With Coolio: Swashbuckling Shrimp!
Did he say “a dime bag of pepper?”
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And in the end times, when the stars align and the Earth is cleared off for the return of the Great Old Ones, with what shall the armies of Great Cthulhu be protected against the rage of Nodens and his fearsome allys, the Elder Gods?
With these:
And when we have won the battle and wish to slake our thirst for the blood of the vanquished, we shall serve it in this lovely teapot, also from the unofficial Benvenuto Cellini of the Great Old Ones, Miel-Margarita Paredes.
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