Looks Like Someones Either Working Their Way Up To Taller And More Massive Prey, Or More Likely Is Too

Looks like someone’s either working their way up to taller and more massive prey, or more likely is too impatient to wait for the last one to fully digest before piling the next one onto his midsection; it all adds up.

Rounding up

Now that’s what I call livestock; I’ll be enjoying prime meat tonight!

He gives the expression, “Farm to Table” a new meaning

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

I may have misjudged this guy’s strategy and paid the ultimate price for it.

Slowly sliding into the fleshy cavern from which he knows he’ll never escape, he can’t help do anything but just stare up at the ceiling thinking to himself about what his life had been up until this point. He’s not past the point of no return; he can fight this and escape, but what’s the point. This was inevitable. It’s better to be slowly taken inside his voracious friend’s throat than to live in fear of this fate. At complete peace with the world before he leaves it behind and it all goes black. Yes, peace at last

Well that’s enough talk, just a slip of the waistband and it’s off to Neverland for you

39. 39 men since his 18th birthday had found their way inside that unforgiving stomach of his. He kept track, you have to make an effort to keep track when 38 of those men have since melted; a steady flow of men in, but never out. This poor fellow #39 was a co-worker who was unlucky enough to be on closing alone with him. It wasn’t planned, it just happened, but he wanted #40 to be special. You have any plans . . . ever again?