This must be pre-transvestite reveal. Let's go up to the lab and see what's on the slab.
I swear to god sometimes I think that guy's head is made of pasta dough.
It's called a cabbage head, it's got to live up to its potential.
I've heard he had a chilly disposition but I had no idea his wife went to such great lengths to preserve it.
This is the literal interpretation of the graffiti in "The Breakfast Club" that says "I am eating my own head".
From now on I demand that every cake be made to look like a head and by the end of the party it melts down to the skull. You guys have to hit the link below to see all the genius photos.
Gimme your tots!