You did? Good. Is there anything left to say about these Non-Poster anomalies?
– Damn it. I can’t help but love it.
– Great idea. Have drunks swinging hammers around. Where’s my sword opener?
– These look like new customs to me. Not vintage.
– Can’t see much, but it’s the non-M.U.S.C.L.E. figures that interest me.
– When I first saw this lot, I thought BHS was in it.
– 102 figures. Ok.
– I’ll bid on these shitty figures if they come with the $20.
– I don’t know about the price, but that’s a big lot of Trash Bag Bunch figures.
– Huge mixed lot – 247 figures!!!
– 50 Figures.
– Maybe I should bring back asshole of the week?
– Free shipping on a 140 figure lot. Nice.
– Poster looks pretty nice.
– Odd mixed lot, but the seller’s name cracked me up.
– Have we ever seen a really nice custom ring? You could start with this.
– What do you think of this lot? Not too bad in my book.
– Not too bad for a custom fodder lot.
– Opening bid is $0.99 too high.
– If this hasn’t already sold, then I’ll be shocked.
– Ouch. A bit high.
– I worry about these figures. Do you think people throw them out if they don’t sell?
– I can’t put my finger on why I like this auction picture so much.
– Doesn’t have anything I need, so I didn’t look for any Class A figures in there…but it’s from Canada
– This story made me ill. And here’s the worst line:
Burger King said it made the new fries thicker, reduced sodium and added a coating that makes them crisper and keeps them hotter longer.
So, so, so gross.
I swear to god. This video was like a time machine for me. I could totally see my mom doing this. Thankfully I could also see myself as the laughing kid in the blue shirt too.
#1 by vette88 on December 2, 2011 - 8:59 am
Like the jacket. I’ve seen a sticker with the Nintendo controller that says “know your roots.”
#2 by Chad Perry on December 2, 2011 - 10:08 am
I think I had that as a t-shirt.
#3 by Ridureyu on December 10, 2011 - 7:59 pm
So I tried them.
Yes, they do taste more like potatoes. In fact, I could feel their potato essence, and my mind received flashes of its pain, carved into pieces and forces screaming into a deep-fryer, transformed beyond all recognition into these carred, mutilated things. As I devoured them, the fries begged for mercy, but it was for naught as they were cast body and soul into my ravenous maw.
The fries at the bottom of the container were amber-colored, sodden with grease, no longer pleading for mercy but instead crying out for death’s sweet, sweet release.
In short: Burger King’s new fries are potato misery made flesh