I dunno, adding gingerbread yous as a party favor to your funeral sounds absolutely fantastic. Every funeral I’ve been to would have been improved by gingerbread people of whoever died.
I’d eat that up for sure, especially if it’s like a glazed donut.
Oh man there’s a business idea for someone. Horrific pastries. Imagine biting into a glazed realistic colon filled with elderberry jam. A liver with lemon filling. And many various body parts filled with something red like strawberry or cherry.
The first doesn’t give me pause because it’s pretty engrained into virtually all of Western society. The second… well that’s sort of the whole point of Catholic communion, isn’t it?
I was with them until this part:
That crosses over into ‘what the fuck is wrong with you people’ territory.
I dunno, adding gingerbread yous as a party favor to your funeral sounds absolutely fantastic. Every funeral I’ve been to would have been improved by gingerbread people of whoever died.
I was thinking more “Dave’s face made out of bread” than “gingerbread Dave.” I guess the latter doesn’t seem bad.
Like a photorealistic bread mould. Of a screaming face.
I would attend that funeral
With a playful strawberry jam filling that gushes out of its eyes and mouth when you bite into it
I’d eat that up for sure, especially if it’s like a glazed donut.
Oh man there’s a business idea for someone. Horrific pastries. Imagine biting into a glazed realistic colon filled with elderberry jam. A liver with lemon filling. And many various body parts filled with something red like strawberry or cherry.
You have to catch them first
Right? Who eats bread-body without blood-wine?
Everyone knows that bloodwine is for pairing with gagh, not puny p-taq bread
In this house voodoo effigies are for eating only not burning.
And the notion of sin, or of eating said sin, didn’t give you pause?
Curious.
The first doesn’t give me pause because it’s pretty engrained into virtually all of Western society. The second… well that’s sort of the whole point of Catholic communion, isn’t it?