Gunther Von Häagen-Dazs

Ice Cream

Just seen an extraordinary exhibition by some chappie called Gunter Von Häagen-Dazs.
 
Could scarcely believe my eyes this Haagens-Dazs fellow takes his own brand of ice-cream and then feeds it to dying people.



Then, when they snuff it, he does something to their bodies with more of his ice-cream and then err... umm... fashions it into a life size replica of the person in question.

He stops the ice cream melting or rotting by impregnating it with a kind of cripity-crapity plasticy substance that preserves the shape and err something else.

During the exhibition one discovered that Haagens-Dazs had also fashioned horses, cats, two bunny rabbits, a cheese sandwich and a village idiot. That was it for me thank-you-very-much. One thinks that this man is a damn fool and is merely trying to attract attention to himself just like most people in the modern media. 

As far as one is concerned this complete arse should stick to his ice cream. Belgian chocolate is one of my favourites along with raspberry ripple.

If you ask me there is only one thing to do with this man! Skin him alive that's the only sort of language his sort understand.