Lalalala. I was having my yoozhe evening. I allowed my Grapefruit to rest on the counter, just hanging out like G-fruits like to do. This was the last sign my Texas homey that I remember.
Hey little guy! Anyway, I turned my back for maybe a smidgeon of one nanosecond. And then maybe watched my show for the tiniest of hours, or what not. Then when I wanted to check on Fruity G, I discovered- TOTALLY UNSAFE FOR HUMAN EYES TO VIEW, GRAPHIC CSI-LIKE SNUFF DEPICTION-BETTER PEEK THROUGH YOUR HAND COVERING YOUR FACE-PREPARE TO CLICK AWAY QUICKLY
OH NOES!!!!!! FRUITY G!!!!!!!
WHAT CAN IT BE/ IT’S A MIRAGE/I’M TELLIN ALL Y’ALL IT’S
CHUPACABRA!
@@@@@@@@GRAPEFRUIT
You know, if this were actually a joke, I would have gone the extra Jennifer mile and made miniature crime-scene tape. But it is deadly ass serious, and I don’t appreciate your town. Oh Fruity G.
hide!!
It’s like something out of Pulp Fiction.
Get out the katana and go knife some dudes.
It’s a scene out of Stephen King’s Orphans of the Orchard
It could be a poster for a horror movie by noted Hong Kong director Fruit Chan.
Too bad Encyclopedia Brown ain’t here.
BTW how did it taste? You did eat it right?
It seems that even the Grapefruit Chupacabra knows not to eat the pith.
Will this Chupababra also go after citrus of the orange variety?
Damn- that was supposed to be Chupacabra… not Chupababra. That one only attacks Ms. Walters and Streisand.
It’s cold here… it’s 2 degrees and my fingers are frozen together. I cannot type, I cannot pluck citrus fruit from my backyard. I can only pluck icicles.
Have you heard about the bat?
Eats your fruit and then your cat
Soon enough you will not smile
When it comes you’ll run a mile!
It says:
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Soy super bien soy super super bien soy bien bien super bien bien bien super super!
that was supposed to be Chupacabra… not Chupababra
That is Chupababara kadababara.
That grapefruit looks like it was hit by a Citrusoen. It needs to be remuved toot sweet.
Look, Mulder, I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff. But a chupacabra? Are you telling me a Mexican folk myth attacked this grapefruit?
I know it sounds crazy, Scully, but try to keep an open mind. How else can you explain this photograph?
Explosive decompression seems more likely…
[Holds up rind marked by twin fangs] …And you shall know them by their fruits.
Maybe it was just a defective grapefruit – a lemon.
Orange you glad you didn’t leave a goat on the counter.
I think you need a cryptid snack catagory… you could have chupacabra ganoush. Come to think of it, *crytid* sounds like a snack, “New Nabisco Cryptids!” And would one eat a cryptid snack or would one be eaten by it???
I think cryptid is something you get.
As in, “Damn that cryptosporidium, I just caught another case of the cryptids!”
Or, “No, teh l4m3, you can’t go play touch football with Billy. He has to stay inside until his cryptids get under control.”
Cryptorchid snacks? Gross. Cryptkids are Jenna and Barbara.
Cryptosporran? Is that where a camouflaged Scotsman hides his glottal stops?
“This looks like a job for refruitimator!”
Do zombie grapefruit flounce around saying: “Piiiiiithsss! Ppiiithhhssss!”
(Or ith that jutht taking the pith?)
Oh, the epic battles that ensue when the undead grapefruit hordes meet grapefruit chupacabra!!
“Pamplemousse! Pamplemousse! Will you do the fandango?”
I’m a little poor fruit nobody loves me.
Sparing his lime from this monstrosity!
paging Gallagher
Now you’ve done it: you’ve made me bring out the Fruit F*cker 2000.
Has anyone checked out Urban Dictionary’s definition for ‘chupacabra’? A creature also known as a ‘Goat Sucker’ simply because it drains the blood and body fluids out of goats, leaving them dry and lifeless.
sheesh people. all it does is suck grapefruit! no need to go and call it a grapefruit chupacabra!
at the risk of ruining the minor humour in my comment, I was mocking the “simply” and not the grapefruit chupacabra, which I fear.
Do not mock the grapefruit chupacabra for fear of bringing the wrath of the ghost melon, OOOOOOOOOO, OOOOOOOOOOOO
What next, the cucumber wolfman? Our house is haunted!
Don’t forget about the vampear.