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Perfection is everything
Except for Uncle Richard’s Cockwurst.
Without the label, I honestly would have just assumed it was a loaf of bread
As long as its accompanied with good muffin
ok, who would like a banger in the mouth?
Uncle Dave also know magic tricks with finger
Can we geus what age Uncle Dave is….
For some reason this reminds me of an old Kids in the Hall sketch. Probably one of the weirdest/creepiest skits they ever did.
Hot dog jokes are the wurst
Davie jones?
Goes to Uncle Dave’s house…
Everything is covered in pastry dough.
I need this in my mouth.
Look, we all got that one uncle…that dad doesn’t want us alone with..
Was this picture taken in the Mütter Museum ?
Christmas wasn’t Christmas till Uncle Dave whipped out his sausage.
[Now with more pixels](https://i.imgur.com/FcmBH7B.png)
Not sure what’s worse.
The sausage.
Or the price.
Thankfully, without the possessive apostrophe we have avoided dick jokes.
Oops, never mind.