Move over. All I kept thinking was I really hope the follow up isn't a New Year's Eve cooking video showing how to prepare Hasenpfeffer.

Actually, with the woman who eats bricks you're getting two for one as it logically follows she shits bricks too. A real Cinderblockerella story.

That's udder nonsense.

Not only can it frost your cake, it can also give you a pearl necklace, the better to clutch so assiduously. Maybe they should rename the company "Play-Ho".

Based upon the Facebook comments of her mother denial is not just a river in Egypt, selective perception is alive and well and her parents will never acknowledge the role they played in this tragedy.

From what generation is the horse?

Oh. My. God. I want to look away but I am transfixed.

I don't know. Depends.

Are we sure they're comments weren't taken out of Kotex, I mean context.

Sure, it all starts with a little alcohol-laden juice in the water tank. Next thing you know zebras are breeding with finches. Slippery slope people.

Well, this was obviuously not the work of a novice but a masturburglar.

"Moved mountains" or moved implants?

Make that two and a half times less.

The signature dish could be Testosteroni and Cheese.

Perhaps a nice scrotisserie?

Hey, even a broken clock is right twice a day!

Not disagreeing with the above but I do wonder if Chef Boyardee would feel in any way objectified or mocked by your choice of online moniker.

Yes, but did you notice there are two trolls? TROLL THREE WAY!

Not half as funny as the facial expressions.

Further diminished in comparison to the enormous size of the health and beauty product containers displayed so saucily in the foreground.