Jan 31, 2014
I've had an amazing number of truly disgusting submissions that'll have you double dropping your citalopram into your milky tea. I feel like I need to ration them out because, like with carrots, one day they may run out and then we'll be left having to slice stupidly big chunks of, say, courgette onto sad plates of depression spaghetti. Please, keep sending them in though! I love them as much as man can possibly love a jpeg of mutilated frankfurters. You can also tweet your melancholy meals to me at twitter.com/dimlylitmeals41