The Horrid Puke Bake

You really don't realize just how much puke is out there, folks. It's everywhere--we just opt not to notice. I've trained my mind and honed my perceptual skills to, um, perceive these piles of gastric distress, however, and I'm getting quite good at it. Sometimes I can see a potential blog entry up to 200 meters away. True story.

Well, actually I could smell this one 200 meters away because it was baking.

Seeing that this was right outside of Downtown Freddy Brown's I'm guessing it was the Chicken Mushroom Casserole--which happened to be their special today.

Skittles, Puke and Blood

Honestly? I've no idea what this deplorable glop could be but it smelled like Skittles, puke and blood and was found in front my favorite halfway house on Couch. Maybe someone puked up a skinned mouse. The worst part is that I had to go back and get a 2nd closeup shot of it because I fat-fingered the first one.

Oh, the lengths at which I go for my adoring audience.

And yeah, this has grey hair in it, too.