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I was going to post lewded He-Man, but... If you thought pregnant Clippy was bad, do not google Rokudenashi the artist.
 
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Mayo Clinic Sued By Hellmann's Maker For False Advertising

Rochester, MN -- Mayo Clinic was sued Monday by a Unilever, the maker of Hellmann's mayonnaise, claiming the hospital's actual brick and mortar is not made of egg and oil, an FDA requirement since 1957 for any product that wants to call itself mayonnaise. The lawsuit comes less than a week after the multinational behemoth sued Just Mayo -- a small San Francisco start-up with a vegan alternative to mayonnaise -- for using mayo in their name despite not having the required egg and oil mixture.

Unilever, which claims consumers equate mayo to mayonnaise, is asking Mayo Clinic to add a required egg and oil mixture to all structural components of their campus buildings worldwide or change their name to Not Mayo Clinic.

"The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has very specific requirements for any product calling itself mayonnaise. We are simply asking Mayo Clinic to comply with the law," said Hans Grubble, Head of Unilever's Cease and Desist Orders Division.

Mayo Clinic CEO Dr. John Noseworthy responded to the lawsuit with an offer for free medical care for Unilever representatives involved with the lawsuit. "Anyone who thinks Mayo Clinic is short for Mayonnaise Clinic needs to be evaluated. We are offering a free head-to-toe neurological exam for the entire Unilever management team with the best neurologists in the world," said Dr. Noseworthy, who ironically prefers the smell of mustard over mayo for his sandwiches.

Patient advocacy groups applauded Unilever's action as a step in the right direction for truth in advertisement. One internet website forum claims to have thousands of comments from disgruntled Mayo Clinic patients who say they were not offered real mayonnaise while hospitalized for their unusual symptom complex that always turns out to be psychiatric in nature.

"I could tell my turkey sandwich did not have real mayonnaise when I didn't get severe throat swelling and rash after eating it," said one Mayo Clinic patient who posted her list of 42 other allergies, including the color red and bright lights, on the forum page as proof of her rare affinity for strange allergies.

Dr. Noseworthy defended Mayo Clinic's use of fake mayo as a patient safety issue. "We understand patients may believe they are getting real mayo in their sandwiches when they come here because of our name, but we have studied the issue for years. Our patients have a much higher rate listing life threatening allergies to mayo and our fake mayo policy is a Joint Commission mandate implemented after a rash of real mayo related pseudoseizures and 'just in case intubations' we experienced in the 1990's."
 
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I consider myself a regular duck. I float around the pond, I waddle through the park, I fly south for the winter, and every so often I get to thinking about eating some bread. Sure, we all enjoy the occasional daydream about some nice old man sitting on a bench tossing us sandwich crust after sandwich crust, but I’ve gotta say, recently I’ve been having some really fucked-up bread thoughts.

You can read on if you want, but I’m warning you, this is some seriously depraved stuff I’m talking about here.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve found myself in the middle of one of these weird, vivid fantasies about all kinds of bread—wheat, white, pumpernickel, French, you name it—sometimes even two or three different types of bread at once. No matter how much I try to distract myself by diving underwater or preening my plumage, it seems like every thought that runs through my head ends with me covered in crumbs and bill-deep in a bakery-fresh Kaiser roll.

Just the other night I had this intense, twisted dream where I found a big moldy baguette sticking out of a muddy riverbank. It was caked in dirt and ants and must have been sitting there for weeks, but did I care? No, I didn’t give two fucks. I was raring to go to town on that filthy loaf, but I didn’t just jump in—no, I savored it. First slowly—very slowly—and then faster and faster until I was gulping down green, rotten bites as fast as I could get them into my craw, ravaging the thing like there was no tomorrow.

And that’s not the worst of it, either. Sometimes, out of nowhere, I’ll start imagining what it would be like to have a complete stranger shove hot dog buns into my bill—just bun after bun until I’m practically choking on all that enriched white bread going down my throat and I can’t handle it anymore. Other days, it seems like I can’t even go five minutes without thinking about eating an entire chewed-up muffin right out of a goose’s mouth. But on the worst days, I’ll imagine that a gigantic loaf of sourdough is eating me. Yeah, you heard that right. I envision this big bready mouth opening and closing around me, and I’m screaming in ecstasy the whole time as I’m torn limb from limb.

Look, it’s not like I sit around trying to think of this stuff. Most of the time, I’m just drifting along near some cattails and then, bam, I’ll have this unbelievably clear image of myself shitting out an entire loaf of rye right in the park. Then—and this is the sick fucking part—I start pecking at it. How messed up is that? Eventually, I devour the whole pile of feces-smeared bread, and then I shit the whole thing out again and get right back to eating it. And I keep shitting it and eating it and shitting it and eating it over and over again until I’m covered head-to-webbed-feet in bread and shit.

That’s revolting, right? I’m a sick son of a bitch for even telling you this stuff, huh?

The worst thing is, there’s absolutely no way I could ever tell anyone in my flock about this. Jesus, those guys would never understand the disgusting things I think about. I don’t want to know how they’d react if they knew I secretly wanted to have each and every feather plucked off my body and have a piping hot piece of toast rubbed all over my raw flesh. Oh, God, I want that. I want that toast to burn my skin and then I want to fucking eat that duck-flavored toast. Oh, fuck. Gimme that.

I know if I put my mind to it I could imagine something a little more normal. I’m sure I could focus on something else, you know, something like a regular lady sitting there feeding me some multigrain slices that I could enjoy. And then maybe she throws another one and another one and I keep eating them while I sit on the grass.

But then maybe she rolls up her sleeve and it turns out her whole arm is made of this perfectly leavened golden-brown bread. And I don’t even stop to think—I just flap right up and start tearing into her forearm. Then she slowly unbuttons her dress and lets me go at her big bread-like tits. Oh, yeah. And I keep gnawing and feasting until I’m crawling all the way up her wet, doughy vagina, and I’m just gorging myself on her soft, bready interior. Oh, yeah. And I keep going until I’ve eaten every last morsel of her body and I’m overcome with pure, intense pleasure.
 
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Could you please write me a haiku to relief my boredom? I beg of you.
 
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The sound of rain
Drippity drippity drip
Splishing and splashing

-Rainy season by Suisei hoshimachi

You did not ask for this. Also raining season is lazy season.
 

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