Why is it that when the girls get together there’s always chocolate involved? What is it about women and chocolate that makes them a lethal combination. I swear to you, if my husband gets between me and my chocolate all hell will break loose. He knows that nothing chocolate will last in our house.
Maybe because of my strong penchant for chocolate, I am oddly drawn to these little girls.
Dammit, now I want chocolate. *hunting through cupboard*
Is it just me, or does this sweet chocolate covered face look more like a sh*t eatin’ grin?
Her eyelashes look like one is giving me a Peace Sign while the other is giving me the Rock n’ Roll Devil Horns!
I say rock on sista! Now gimme some of your damn chocolate!
The King of Spain would probably decapitate the person who gave this as a gift.
Or if The King of Spain was the creator then I am truly sorry. Please don’t decapitate me!
If the wicker lamp was not bad enough, those balloon-type thingies are PIG BLADDERS (so says the photo description and I wasn’t able to find contact information to get a hold of the photographer to find out the back story).
OMG PIG BLADDERS!?
Why in Sam Hell would that even be considered a good idea?
Hmmmm, this lamp seems to be missing something *arms crossed, tapping chin*
What would make this complete?
*finger in the air* Ah YES! Pig Bladders randomly placed along the outside in various shapes and sizes! BRILLIANT!
You know, I’ve been running into messed up crafts long enough to know when someone is jerking my chain, or they seriously have gone batshit crazy after listening to Air Supply on repeat for a decade.
Dear Twilight Fans,
Put the glitter down. Stop putting your body pillows in the freezer. No amount of glitter is going to turn your mom’s frozen rock hard couch cushions into the Edward Cullen you are dying to lay your warm body against. Take the ice cubes outta your panties. Back away from the Twilight series.
Besides, Edward? Has the exact persona of a miserable, 40 year old housewife. I HAVE PROOF.