Porn is where you find it… Third Edition

So, why can’t I be the lucky person who finds the piece of toast with the image of Jesus there in the crust?  Or the potato that strikes a resemblance to Abraham Lincoln?

No that would not be me.  Instead I get the doughnut hole that looks like this:

This just happened to be the final doughnut hole in the bag I had purchased this morning from a local shop.  I rarely stop to look at the pastry bite before I pop it in my mouth, but for some reason I took a look at this one.  I could not believe my eyes.

Just to be safe I sought out various opinions of this stumpy looking pastry.  I feared I would horrify my friends with the sight of this phallic doughnut hole.  However, everybody I asked appeared to be good sports.  One even thanked me for sharing.  Could she have been hoping I would gift it?  Well, she can have it now that I have had the photo shoot.

This was just too funny.  I will probably spend the rest of my life inspecting every doughnut hole I purchase.  With my luck, I will round out my collection with even more sexually charged anatomy.

I may have to pray for a Jesus or a Ronald Reagan.  I would settle for Carrot Top even.

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5 thoughts on “Porn is where you find it… Third Edition

  1. If some idiot can sell a grilled cheese sandwich that supposedly looks like the Virgin Mary on eBay, then you, sir, are sitting on a gold mine.

    And Stumpy is the perfect name for it.

  2. Wow…someone paid $28,000 for it? I am at a loss for words…

    However, this does remind me of one of Sam Kinison’s old comedy bits that shall remain unmentioned. 😛

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