Somehow, this strikes me as thinly sliced luncheon meat. Could it have anything to do with the missing baloney plug? I remember biting holes in my baloney (that’s what she said!) to make a face, and using condiments to complete the face, and then devouring my luncheon grub effigy with ribald abandon. No chance for peas in that senario. The luncheon meat portrait above is probably the childhood work of Nicolas Cage, and was the inspiration for his movie Face Off. No chance for peas in that senario either, and certainly no golden globes (that’s what she said!). The thing behind the meat portrait looks like a flattened coffee filter. Is this some kind of foodie decoupage? So first world T. Can it be considered a portrait, though, with no eye peas? If the eyes are the window to the soul, then surely this is a commentary on the futility of spouting whirled peas without acting in kind. So deep Teresa, so lame.
Somehow, this strikes me as thinly sliced luncheon meat. Could it have anything to do with the missing baloney plug? I remember biting holes in my baloney (that’s what she said!) to make a face, and using condiments to complete the face, and then devouring my luncheon grub effigy with ribald abandon. No chance for peas in that senario. The luncheon meat portrait above is probably the childhood work of Nicolas Cage, and was the inspiration for his movie Face Off. No chance for peas in that senario either, and certainly no golden globes (that’s what she said!). The thing behind the meat portrait looks like a flattened coffee filter. Is this some kind of foodie decoupage? So first world T. Can it be considered a portrait, though, with no eye peas? If the eyes are the window to the soul, then surely this is a commentary on the futility of spouting whirled peas without acting in kind. So deep Teresa, so lame.