Maple-Bacon Lollipop by Lolliphile. $10 for four.

Just one of these porky suckers packs two cups worth of caffeine. Made by San Francisco’s Lollyphile, the company uses only organic, sustainably farmed bacon and Vermont maple syrup to create their new bacon lollipop.

Lolliphile also makes a slew of different boozy lollies in flavors like Bourbon, Absinthe, Irish Cream and, a flavor the for the Dude inside all of us, White Russain.

More via Lollophile.com.

The Slayer Burger. Very metal meat for your mouth. For Wonder Woman.

If you’re in Chicago and you like your metal (yes, there is a theme today) piled high on top of a plate of french fries, then head over to Kuma’s Corner for The Slayer Burger. The Slayer is a 1/2 lb burger, chili, cherry peppers, Andouille sausage, onions, Monterey jack cheese, and anger, on top of a plate full of french fries.

Other heavy metal, heart attack inducing burgers at Kuma’s include the Black Sabbath (Blackening Spice, Chili, Pepper Jack, Red Onion) and the Goblin Cock (Bacon, Cheddar Cheese, ¼lb. Vienna Hot Dog, Tomatoes, Onion, Neon Green Relish, Sport Peppers, Pickles, Celery Salt Mustard).

You need what from where…? Are you talking to Moi?

WITCHES! Scientists in the Netherlands (otherwise know as WITCHES!) have created something they like to call “soggy pork” by cultivating pig muscles and “growing” them in a broth (!) of other animal products. If you’re wondering what soggy pork looks like just pull down your pants, click here.

All Porky the Test Tube pig jokes aside, this is excellent news if you care about the ethical treatment of the animals you consume, care about the environmental impact those animals create here on earth, or want to be sure that your local Chili’s never runs out of baby back ribs.

More via the Telegraph UK.

Hot Dog Down A Hallway menu sounds delicious…

More on Hot Dog Down A Hallway via Metaversal.

Bacon Wrapped Turkey.

No. Just. No.

Source.

Val Kilmer at last night’s AMA Awards. Yes, really.

Dear Val Kilmer,

Oh, fuck. Never mind.

Love,

Cherrybomb

A mug made of bacon. For K.

It’s never okay to waste liquor. Or to combine liquor with bacon. True story.

Bob Evans Gravy Dispenser and Biscuit in a Bowl Machine.

I almost went into cardiac arrest just uploading this photo. True story.

Yoders 100% US Smoke Flavored Bacon. $79.98. For K.

With a shelf life in excess of 10 years, this bacon makes a perfect addition to your food storage program and it is great for every day use. Especially useful during Zombie infestation when food isn’t available.

100% U.S. Bacon! America, Fuck Yeah…?

Via: ReadyDepot.

Guilty of being delicious indeed. *Original image removed by request*.

It’s true, hot dog tattoos are forever. Anyway, while it’s debatable that hot dogs are actually delicious, it is possible that getting inked with a hot dog tattoo might decrease your chances of getting laid.

More hot dog tatts that illustrate my sexy point after the slightly NSFW jump…

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Bacon Tux by a guy named Stan. For K and Stacey…

…you might as well smell like bacon too. Unfortunately, despite Stan’s claims that there is a bacon scented tux inside this box, there isn’t. It’s just a gag gift box. What did you expect for six bucks Johnny? Even 100% Bacon Paste in a squeeze bottle will run you $8. And you can eat that. I’m not saying you should, but you could.

Tattoos are everywhere. Everyone from the checkout girl at Trader Joe’s to your straight-laced sister who got her first tattoo (a standard girlie butterfly) when she turned 40. There are blogs dedicated to the high art of inking your skin and the sad world of bad tattoos. If you read this blog, you know I am a fan of tattoo culture and it’s extroverted artistry. For more on that, you can dig through the Cherrybombed archives using the Tattoo You link. But I digress away from the point of this post. The inky-ode to breakfast cereal.

Toucan Sam tattoo by Nate Hough of Maine. And don’t be a douchebag and steal Nate’s image to use in your own shop.

This Toucan Sam tattoo by Nate Hough is one of those tattoo’s that falls into the “I’ve never seen anything like that” category. And that is no easy feat given the fact that we’re talking about my eyes here.

Ahoy there Cap’n inky!

I was really hoping to find Cap’n Crunch’s pirate nemesis, Jean LaFoote for this entry but, no dice. At least LaFoote didn’t go home empty-handed after all those years of trying to hijack the good ship Guppy. LaFoote eventually got his own cereal the short lived Cinnamon Crunch, somewhere around 1992.

Lip smacking good ink.

Dig ‘Em was the amphibious mascot for Honey Smacks. Honey Smacks was like the Jolt Cola of breakfast cereal. Last year, Consumer Reports slammed Dig ‘Em and his Honey Smacks after researching showed that the lip-smacking, honey flavored puffs were comprised of more than 50% sugar.

Snap, Crackle, POP get inky…

I’m actually not surprised to have found a Rice Krispies tattoo. Snap, Crackle and Pop were advertising gold and even recorded their own 7″ (you can find they on eBay occasionally for $5 – $12 bucks). The elfin trio also stared in their own cartoon short in 1939 called Breakfast Pals. To say nothing of delicious phenomenon that is the Rice Krispies Treat. Which, just like everything else these days, now has a bacon variation.

Boo Berry stoner ink.

Blueberry flavored corn cereal with marshmallows? Now that is some stoner concoction. The voice Boo Berry was inspired by the actor Peter Lorre, who despite the Internet rumors, did not lend his voice talent to the series of Boo Berry/Count Chocula/Franken Berry commercials during the 80’s. Mostly because Lorre died in 1964. If Lorre had been alive, I’m sure he would have been game to voice the little blue ghost after doing movies like Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon. Then again, Lorre was also appeared in Muscle Beach Party so I could be wrong…

Count Chocula tattoo reworked…

Here we have a forever homage to the Blackula of breakfast cereal, Count Chocula.

Tattoos are Grrreat!

Of course I dug up a tattoo of Tony the Tiger! And yeah, it really does bring out the tiger in me. Grrrrr…