This royal life is so sticky, so sweet, so tedious. My kingdom for more than four flavors!
Did I say soul? I meant SOUP. Peer into my soup. Isn't it pretty?
How could anyone deny the theory of evolution when it makes such a lovely cake?
That 12-winged chicken never even saw it coming.
As amazing as this is, I want to know what happens when you just dump every packet and bottle into one bowl and chow down. Radioactive superhuman abilities? I sure hope so.