"Stuff an apple in yer maw and take a pic!" she says.

So, it started out simple enough. A challenge.


"Stuff an apple in yer maw and take a pic!", she says.


Of course, I can't just simply stuff an apple in my maw. No, I've got to dress it up.

Then, someone spotted the uvula and someone else thought they said vulva.


Shit morphed.

Then, teh impy one suggested stuffing her mouth might be fun.

Now, it's some fucked up Human Centipede-esque insanity involving apples and gherkins and Sharpies.

Spent & used with pickle splooge dripping down her sunny, yellow skin, we say goodbye to applebaby.


I shouldn't be allowed to mingle with people. Ever.