He would've just done for the sauteed fingers au flambé, and then used the fingernails to pick between his teeth. S'more anyone??

Witches fingers are a kind of sweet potato.

Guy Fieri must've been the consultant. It's the only plausible explanation for the (gag-inducing) mix of peppermint, basil, figs, onions, tomatoes, peaches, almonds and burrata in one plate.

This is Vajestic!!

Disneyland's Pocahontas called. She'd like her dress back now- please wipe off the bronzer before returning.

At least the headband, fingerless gloves and socks are color matched.

I'm going to Flavortown for a Food Coma. Coming???!!

That's too righteous.!

Shan Warne is available.

They could do each other's hair and talk about peas ... that's about it.

At least he's not wearing gym shorts. Or lycra tights.

Kelly just saw a Hammaconda in the wild.

Reichenberry jam makes it extra special!

I prefer the Gulag-Gnocchi.

Men are from bacon. Women are from CHOCOLATE!!

Xactly. And then he was excommunicated.

Whence he was banished to the Arctic to be eaten by polar bears (if only).

Me: Hey, where d'you go? Thought we were going to class and then grab dinner?

That's what the Sex Pistols said too!!

I thought he lived in Blue Balls.