TGIF Again

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Now see...now that is just wrong!!!!



Curiously though, I'm very hungry. uhhmmmm, brains...

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  1. UnknownMay 29, 2009 at 3:43 AM

    Tee hee; love that they're in red cupcake holders!

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  2. Batteson.IndMay 29, 2009 at 4:53 AM

    LOL!!... with jammy centres and everything!... that's inspired!..

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  3. The BugMay 29, 2009 at 6:29 AM

    Are all the folks who work with you as fun as you are? I'm envisioning Scrubs here... Probably not, huh?

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  4. PyzahnMay 29, 2009 at 7:39 AM

    Sorry, but, yeck. Brains...or intestinal track?

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  5. RudeeMay 29, 2009 at 7:51 AM

    Hey! No gray matter? That's what's wrong with this picture.

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  6. Ricky ShamblesMay 29, 2009 at 1:53 PM

    These are brilliant - and appear delicious.

    Oh, wait, they're just cupcakes? Okay, I guess that'll do.

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  7. debraMay 29, 2009 at 2:59 PM

    hmmmmm looks like red velvet cake...

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  8. GailMay 29, 2009 at 4:17 PM

    What a wonderful idea for a Halloween party!

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  9. Erin DavisMay 29, 2009 at 7:59 PM

    Oh, gross! My boys would love these, though!

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  10. KathleenMay 30, 2009 at 12:31 AM

    Hmmm...smacks (snacks?) of zombies to me!

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  11. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNMay 30, 2009 at 1:13 AM

    Serving up brains, again? You wicked little zombie, you! However, since you have several I could use one or two...I hope they are functional and in full operating order...I think I'll leave the half a brain, however; I already have one of those... ;)

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  12. CathyMay 30, 2009 at 1:55 AM

    Where on earth do you find all this stuff???? Your blog is truly amazing!

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  13. ArgentMay 30, 2009 at 2:36 PM

    Hehe, these are great! Just the thing to distract the zombies when they come - as I'm sure they eventually will.

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  14. NanceMay 30, 2009 at 4:48 PM

    ...but they look like walnut meats, too! LOL

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