And here, in its "correct orientation in a standing human" (and that attention to detail, ladies and gentleman, is the mark of true dedication. Certificate-winning dedication.)
here and expect to be horribly amused.
And now ... the moment you have all (both?) been waiting for. Tortoise wrestling costumes. THEY ARE RUBBISH I am warning you now, the contestants seemed oddly unenthused by the prospect of shell to shell combat with only a layer of sequins and neoprene between them, and the CFO was soooo unamused. Thanks to the magnificent Belette Rouge for the rhinestones.
Introducing .. [drumroll] Las Tortugas Luchadores!
Heeeere's Big Mama (that's her real name, btw)!
The undisputed champion. Check out Big Mama unmasked:
But wait, what's that? A contender has come to challenge the supremacy of Big Mama!
Who is this challenger? It's El Peligro Amarillo himself, Wario (yes, my children have a Wii, what of it?)!
This was supposed to be a scary face off between the contenders, but Wario was distinctly lacking in enthusiasm. Big Mama was totally up for it though. Rrrar!
Here he is making a hasty exit.
Big Mama triumphs! Let's see her again:
I reckon this can count as my "soft stuff" entry. Which, by the way, is to be judged by the, I am sure, terrifyingly exacting Antonia. She knitted her child an aubergine, you know. She knows soft things.
You have a few more hours people to win yourselves Belgian prizes. Judging starts tomorrow!
UPDATE: Oh, and for anyone who missed them, here are Mr Farty's ivy covered nipples, an entry in the "miscellaneous" category. Hmmm.