More Dinnertime Details at the Diablo Home

After Pinky eats his macaroni and cheese (while his dog Sharky looks on), Miss Love massages his stomach.

Pinky D Brand Sun Cured Deviled Egg Filling

Uncle Poot was a Serious Man

Poor Uncle Poot was an drunk and a ne'er-do-well. But he was delighted whenever two similar patterns or colors overlapped or butted up against on another. He could stare at his light yellow polyester pants for hours if he accidentally dropped a dollop of butter on his crotch.

"Eat it!" Pinky says "Eat It!"

No, But Pinky Would!

Pinky's Catering Service

He is not known for his tasty food--rather his exquisite table settings.

Is Pinky Obsessed with Death or Just Innards?

IQ TEST

This is
A. Pinky's latest skin disease
B. the bedframe on Pinky's side of the bed
C. Pableaux X's Father's Day gift from Pinky D and Miss Love
D. the inevitable outcome of our nation's political morass

Guess Who Tastes Like Chicken?

What do Pinky D and Paul Newman have in Common?

Naples is Downright SICK!

Italian Desserts

"Italian desserts look like heaven and taste like Scipione Borghese's underpants," quipped Pinky at a formal Vatican state dinner. The pope reportedly then had a pair of Scipione's underwear retrieved from the immense archives of the Vatican's historical collections and passed them around for the dinner guests to smell. There was talk that a special apartment has been painted pink and reserved for Pinky's Italian junkets.

Shaespeare-n-Marshmallows

Nothing Like a Thirsty, Fat, Tired, Japanese Speaker with Bad Breath

Inside Granny D's Jesus Cupboard

The truth is stranger than fiction.

Answer: Cat Fight in the Kitchen

Question: What do you get when you mix baking powder with salt?

French Bread Tastes Better with Jesus Butter

If Ambrosia is the Food of the Gods...

...the gods are in bad shape, have high cholesterol and live in a trailer park.

Pinky's Spleen on Display at Dallas Hospital

Pinky recently discovered that his spleen (removed fifteen years ago) has been on display in a Dallas hospital lobby. To add insult to surgery, it is labeled as belonging to an obese, schizophrenic baseball player. There will be a lawsuit.

Proof That Death Loves Corn (#2)

Today, Pinky noticed that the total absence of wind on his way to do an angel of mercy errand. With his mind on weighty things, he noticed a high fluttering out his car window. A paper airplane nose-diving toward the road? No. A single long corn husk floating down from out of nowhere. Pinky took this as a potent sign from somewhere about something.