Today was subdued and overcast, much like me… there’s some sort of ear-nose-throat thing in full bloom inside my head, to go with our lovely blossoming spring season. But fear not, kind readers— I still managed to make my way out to the bazaar, and I brought back a few goodies for you. Let’s have a look.
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Of course I’m a doctor, take off your clothes and I show you how I operate… three guesses what age group this sleep shirt is for.
I’m confused— is it hard for the wearer to cheat, or is it hard for anyone to cheat on the wearer, or is it just hard to cheat in general? Because I think it wouldn’t be too difficult to cheat if you went out dressed in that.
Guess it wasn’t hard for Mama Octopus to cheat— all her children are clearly from different fathers, ahem.
I had an idea in my head before about what “motorcyclist fashion” might be, and let me tell you, this shirt isn’t it.
The Madagascar crew: Marty, Melman, and… Cuddly Boy? Oh come on, it’s not that difficult to keep the alliteration going for three names, is it? And “cuddly” is not the first word I think of when I see a penguin, anyway.
Okay, this is just bizarre. Who carries a glass with a straw while playing basketball? The top player basket, that’s who.
Ah, the latest in our “renamed trademarks” series… Mickey’s mate, Dancing Girl.
Hmm, addicted to scrapbooking… that’s some pretty niche-y rehab market you got there.
Now I’m off to rehabilitate myself as well… see you guys tomorrow if this throat thing hasn’t killed me.
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