Creepy Anatomical Cakes

These edible bleeding hearts by Cake artist Lily Vanilli are available for people to send to their Valentine this year. They are scarily realistic, but delicious with a red velvet sponge, cream cheese frosting and blackcurrant & cherry 'blood'. Priced at £7 they are just bigger than a cupcake and come in a cute perspex box tied with a pink or red ribbon and a note if you want to add one. Delivery is charged on top and quoted on order.

In fact they are one and the same person

What awesome makeup skill(or technic? disguising?)!

Half naked and drunk police dance

Drunken police officers have been filmed stripped to the waist and dancing on their patrol car - causing police bosses in Russia to launch an investigation.

The traffic office - all reportedly from Krasnoturinsk, in Sverdlovsk Oblast in central Russia - are apparently out celebrating a colleague's promotion in the video, in which they swig from a bottle of vodka and dance using their flashing lights and siren as a light and sound show.
Half-naked, several of them climb onto their squad car, where one officer spanks his colleague as he lies on the bonnet, and another puffs on a rather hefty-looking cigarette.
One then shows off his special 'standing on the roof of a car' dance moves, including the Saturday Night Fever, the Crotch Grab, and one that can only be described as the Pregnant Lady Giving Birth.

As well as the police car, the video shows a large number of civilian cars pulled up beside a lake, with a rowdy crowd showing off an attractive range of swimwear.
Disgruntled local traffic police chief Yury Dyomin commented: 'You have to be disgusting people who hold nothing sacred to allow such a shameful thing to happen.'

Here is the video:

source:
metro.co.uk

I breastfeed my dog

In “I breastfeed my dog”, we meet single mum-of-one 32-year-old Suzanne Morgan, 32, who lets her dog suckle on her nipples. Says Susanne: “It was sod’s law. I’d just got my daughter, Tasha, off to sleep, now, my dog, Dixie, was barking like mad to be fed.”

Sod’s law…

“I opened the kitchen cupboard, only to see there wasn’t a single tin of dog food left. I felt like crying. Worst of all, I knew Dixie wouldn’t shut up until she’d filled her stomach.”

WTF?

‘We must have something,’ I said, as I peered inside the fridge. Then I spotted the bottles of breast milk I’d expressed earlier that day…I’d always produced more milk than Tasha could drink, so I’d got into the habit of keeping some in the fridge for when I left her with a babysitter.”

Milk for everyone!

“I stared at the milk and then back at Dixie. I couldn’t, could I?”

She could. She did. And…

“So a few nights later, after I’d fed Tasha, Dixie jumped on the settee and I held my left boob towards her. I squeezed out some milk, and wiped it around my nipple.”

Saves on the washing up…

“Within seconds, her long, pink tongue was gently licking my skin.”

And her daughter?

“That lunchtime, I let Tasha feed from my left breast, then Dixie from my right…Two months on, Tasha isn’t feeding any more, so it’s a relief to have Dixie sucking some of the milk out of my swollen boobs.”

She concludes:

“Dixie, Tasha and I are happy, so you can think what you like, but I reckon you shouldn’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it!”