This site has some disturbing pictures of Homer Simpson. I didn’t play with dolls, not even G.I. Joe. I guess I just didn’t see the point. When I look at this picture, I don’t see a Homer doll, I see Homer Simpson. I feel like I know Homer Simpson. I know what he sounds like, I know his personality. And here he is, on a giant slice of bread, on a giant plate, covered with giant beans. It could happen. I don’t see a tiny Homer covered with life-size beans, I see a life-size Homer covered with giant beans. Somehow that seems more likely.