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Nancy's little smile says: poopy pants

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Think of the entertainment potential! 30 years ago, she was walking onto things. By now, her act would be priceless.

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It must be judging table, because the one in front of the guy on Nancy's left is also clearly an entry.

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thank you for fun.

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Good thing the photographer managed to snap this shot before Nancy jumped over the table and started sucking on those green things with a bow tied around them.

WTF is that, an official entry for the "world's most phallic dessert" competition?

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She could rock Dancing With the Stars.

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You need to specify Cool Whip (otherwise someone might fail and use real cream) and there should be some Jello in there somewhere.

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Have you tried the frozen monkeys at Trader Joe's? I'm told they work well.

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Don't forget the most important step. Having 4 chefs stand around waiting to clean up your mess.

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What the hell is that thing on the prep table in front of her? A ring mold decorated with a bunch of erect yet gangrenous Johnsons? (I have not implied that any of them might be our 40th President's.)

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