The Eyetie Satanista

Behold. Evil incarnate. Her name is Sacchetti. Her pasta devours men's souls.

Behold. Evil incarnate. Her name is Sacchetti. Her pasta devours men’s souls.

I just ordered an order of this. Who knows what will become of my mortal soul but I was seduced by the bikini panties, er, the beautiful menu description.

Tuscan. Sacchetti pasta served in a butter and parmigiano sauce with broccoli florets and chicken breast strips.

Sounded exquisite to a guy whose last meal was a politically incorrect hotdog. But belatedly I looked up sacchetti pasta. Realizing way too late that it’s a demonic cult with no good outcomes.

Forget the psychology myth called pareidolia. Can you see that evil litter bugger glaring at from up top?

Forget the psychology myth called pareidolia. Can you see all those evil little buggers glaring at you from the plate? Forget gremlins. We’re talking gargoyles here.

No, it’s not an accident. Look at this one.

Demons, evil gnomes, and a fleet of  bright red vagina dentatas. Scareeee.

Demons, evil gnomes, and a fleet of bright red vagina dentatas. Scareeee.

Prefer closeups? Don’t.

The monstrous gnome entity that will eat your soul.

The monstrous gnome entity that will eat your soul.

What awaits. The Ninth Circle of Hell.

Disgusting and horrifying.

Disgusting and horrifying.

On the other hand, I could swear she winked at me.

Bon appetit. See you on the other side. I hope.

Bon appetit. See you on the other side. I hope.

So what are you doing with YOUR Tuesday afternoon. It is Tuesday, right?

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