Thursday is bazaar day! No. 2

Just like last week, here are my favourite Turklish finds from today’s Thursday bazaar.

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Well, you came and opened me and now…. and now… Skat Club! Somehow I doubt Skat Club is as comrortable as described, especially if there’s a kitten-heeled shoe or a beautiful bear involved. And what the hell is that thing right below the shoe? Maybe we’re not supposed to know. The first rule of Skat Club is you do not talk about Skat Club.

Upon further study, I thought I’d figured out that it was supposed to be “Skate Club,” and that the thing below the shoe was wheels, but then that would imply that the people at Skate Club wear kitten-heeled two-wheeler asymmetrical roller skates, and that train of thought led to an even more disturbing place than Skat Club.


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It can’t possibly be fake— it’s designed by Dolce and Gabbana and Fitch.


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Good trawel adwice.


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Fiorucci Safety Jeans— there’s a Britney Spears joke in there somewhere.


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Just remind me my sweetest childhood— there’s a Shirley MacLaine joke in there somewhere.


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This is a small child’s shirt— there’s a Michael Jackson joke in there somewhere.


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The words are arranged so that one can read them in various different orders, but nothing changes the fact that the word “torn” and the word “private” are too close together for my liking.


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The perfect gift for an accident-prone loved one.


I’m not sure what’s going on with the disturbing frequency of semi-sexual messages on children’s clothing in this country… I tried like hell to get a shot of one kid I saw walking around the bazaar who was wearing a shirt that said “meet me in the frenchy-munchy corner, frenchy-munchy is our secret,” but ironically his mother, who probably bought him the shirt, seemed to think there was something creepy about me wanting to take photos of young boys. Go figure.

  • http://darrenabate.com/ Darren

    I like a little Frenchy-munchy at lunchtime.

    That’s it – I’m calling everything sexual “Frenchy-munchy” from now on. Let’s see how long it takes Venda to leave me…

  • http://darrenabate.com Darren

    I like a little Frenchy-munchy at lunchtime.

    That’s it – I’m calling everything sexual “Frenchy-munchy” from now on. Let’s see how long it takes Venda to leave me…

  • http://darrenabate.com/ Darren

    …BTW, you should make it your quest to find the people who are actually printing these shirts, and interview them. I want to know who’s brewing up these “translations.”

  • http://darrenabate.com Darren

    …BTW, you should make it your quest to find the people who are actually printing these shirts, and interview them. I want to know who’s brewing up these “translations.”

  • http://www.collectiveheartburn.com/ Jonathan Bauer

    These are hilarious on their own and fucking hysterical with your commentary. I feel like I’d be thinking these things if I were to walk around this bizarre bazaar. The image of you trying to chase the frenchy munchy kid, I’m beside myself (with laughter). Sorry I don’t do LOL!

  • http://www.collectiveheartburn.com Jonathan Bauer

    These are hilarious on their own and fucking hysterical with your commentary. I feel like I’d be thinking these things if I were to walk around this bizarre bazaar. The image of you trying to chase the frenchy munchy kid, I’m beside myself (with laughter). Sorry I don’t do LOL!

  • http://melissamaples.com/ Melissa

    I’ve recently started doing the post-ironic LOL, but usually not in print– I just say it, along with whatever other abbreviations come to mind. Yesterday I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and nearly fell, and before I knew it I was covering my eyes with my hand and saying “ohmygodwhatthefucklolbarbecue.”

  • http://melissamaples.com/ Melissa

    I’ve recently started doing the post-ironic LOL, but usually not in print– I just say it, along with whatever other abbreviations come to mind. Yesterday I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and nearly fell, and before I knew it I was covering my eyes with my hand and saying “ohmygodwhatthefucklolbarbecue.”

  • http://www.collectiveheartburn.com/ Jonathan Bauer

    Well I stubbed my toe and said, “OhEmGee”

  • http://www.collectiveheartburn.com Jonathan Bauer

    Well I stubbed my toe and said, “OhEmGee”