Every so often it occurs to me that people have a love / hate relationship with every other person, and feel it necessary to create works of food to eliminate them by making it look like they died of natural causes. A cheeseburger of this magnatude is proof of such intent, and is identifiable by the slightly greasy and sauce cover smiling mouth of the deceased. The specific combination of ingredients that inhabit this killer receipe can by no means be an accident or random whim. Luckily it’s pork and duck infested greasy space is no where near me as it would surely mean my early demise. So for now I will be content to read the menu at Lunchbox Laboratory and marvel at the so many ways the establishment tries to happily destroy humanity, one yummy burger at a time. (via flickr)