The impaled pickle is doing everything it can to avoid touching the bun like a lost-bet prom date
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The impaled pickle is doing everything it can to avoid touching the bun like a lost-bet prom date
When a pudgy toddler slathered in grease waddles up to the sedan you're trapped under and thinks he's helping
Pairs well with an arterial stent, but that doesn't matter. Does anything really matter when someone decided this is what they were going to do today?
A failing test of structural integrity as each meat strata hemorrhages chipotle ranch sauce all the way down.
A failing test of structural integrity as each meat strata hemorrhages chipotle ranch sauce all the way down.
In which a gourmet burger chef plays god and gives sentience to a coronary obstruction. With its bacon-y arms spread, it begs for death.
A colorful curlicue cockade colocates the confines of this culinary concoction, contemptuously cuckolding the consumer. Coleslaw.
A magnificent example of the chefâs flagrant hostility to the person this particular burger is prepared for. Truly an impressive achievement.
Several pickle slices have somehow eluded the pyroclastic flow of sauce cascading down this meat & bun ziggurat. Whether this is an arcane message, or an elaborate reverse-Jenga puzzle, few can say.
When each member of Arcade Fire is asked to contribute an ingredient to a gourmet recipe.
âFake Plastic Treesâ by Radiohead softly murmurs in the background.
This particular fancy burger achieves two things: By requiring a steak knife to aid in structural support, it provides a sense of accomplishment for the user when unsheathing it like an Arthurian myth. Additionally, at garden gnome height, it becomes both ridiculous and terrifying in equal measure.
âBeware of overconfidence; especially in matters of structure.â â Cass Gilbert
âDo you have a garden hose? Something I can clean up with?â - Guy Fieri
This spire of meat and bun reaches toward heaven, one artesianal ingredient stacked upon another, stretching upwards to find favor of a hungry God up above.
A teetering monument to culinary hubris.
The fable of the Golem, with guac and cheese.