Here is the picture from last week:
I know, it was startling, wasn't it? I think the picure was either about firework safety or the national tragedy that is white-girl-on-white-girl inner city crime that goes so underreported these days. Anyhonky, there were many quality entries indluding these, which we are carefully not labelling as "losers". Any one of these might have won if the real winner had failed to participate. Or if they were, you know, better.
Unconventional dress aside, the cremation of Michael Jackson went off without a hitch.
Mommy says they had me so you can have one of my kidneys. I'm not sure I'm okay with that.
Keanu Reeves' acting coaches get into a heated argument.
Had they known they'd be going through clothes this fast, the Human Torch and Elasti-girl probably never would have had kids.
But the clear winner this week was Heather Cherry with her chilling homage to the serial killer from Silence of the Lambs:
It tells me where it hid my favorite Barbie or it gets the sparkler again.
Goodness. I have goosebumps. Heather, please accept our humble token for a job well done.