I hate puking more than anything in life. Anytime I throw up I am praying for sweet death to come and take me. Whenever I'm feeling a little nauseous my wife will tell me to throw up so I feel better, but the thought of bending over the toilet and making that primal scream with processed food is too much for me to even think about.
I don't know how Killer Bootlegs feels about blowing chunks all over his bathroom tile, but I do know how he feels about Star Wars bootleg characters. There's old Han Solo, suspended not in carbonite, but in someone's Big Mac that didn't quite sit well. It's kinda funny and kinda stomach churning all at once, which is a sign of success in my book. He's available now at http://killerbootlegs.storenvy.com/.