At first glance I thought this was a giant, hairy finger in a broken bowl. Then I checked the keywords and it’s supposed to be a cheese grater. But where’s the cheese?
I wonder what sending a dog into space with two decapitated human heads will teach us about the nature of the universe.
Happy Valentine’s Day! You won’t be my valentine? That’s OK. I’m not a weirdo that will send you my lips in an envelope. Love, Snarky P.S. I actually don’t have lips. I have beaks. But that’s neither here nor there.
Owls retrieve the hearts of their victims.