…stegosaurus?

Thanks for the hearty giggle Candace!

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Technically this isn’t a craft, but it’s wrecktastic enough that we had to share it with you.  What in the world would possess a parent to put these on her kid?  Some babies simply don’t have as much hair as others and I can guarantee they don’t care one wit about it!  These hairpieces are redonkulous, unnecessary and I just can’t fathom actually using this product to cover up my *gasp* baby’s bald head.

From the website for Baby Bangs:

Baby Bangs! .HAIR+band. is the brainchild of a new design team; namely, a mother, daughter, and baby granddaughter. Immediately following the birth of her first grandchild, longstanding hair replacement artist, Lisa Griggs-Campbell, began experimenting with the possibility of creating a miniature hair piece suitable for newborns to wear.

Thanks Casey!

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DAY 752 – My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 – Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair…must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 – Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 – Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was…Hmmm. Not working according to plan…

DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo”. What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 – There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer.” More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 – I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.

Thanks Stump for sending this one in!

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Editor’s note: Do not attempt to write a post while you’re mentally creating your shopping list. Oh, and kitty litter and cat nip? Totally interchangeable. (Maybe that’s why my cat hates me so.)

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People have this affinity for creating weird things for cat toys. I can’t think of anyone I know that would ever buy something like this for their animals to play with. I mean, sure it’s funny as hell to see a cat gnaw the crap out of a toy that’s laced with kitty litter cat nip, but to watch a cat gnaw the crap out of a diaper laced with kitty litter cat nip ?

I just don’t know.

“Aw look honey, Buster’s playing with the crap filled diaper again! Isn’t he just the cutest thing?!”

“Hey babe, come see the cat hump the crap out of the diaper toy!”

“Sweetie! The cat’s eating sh!t again!!”

All funny, yet for some reason, I still wouldn’t want to buy my cat a crap covered toy; and I don’t even like my cat.

Um, Jesus, sir. I think you have something on your face.

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From the listing:

This is Url. Say “Hello.” He may not understand you, but he finds comfort in the sounds of your voice.

He has been described by some as reminiscent of a Tim Burton character, though his true origins are dificult to determine. Whatever you decide, he is sure to consume your heart as he has mine.

Perhaps it’s his foggy mammalian eyes, gazing sadly at a world that will never accept him. Or the rows of petite teeth peering uselessly from behind his downturned fish-lips. Maybe, even, you will be endeared by the raw and glistening tracts of road rash, fatally administered by a speeding vehicle to an unsuspecting fox squirrel – the carcass of which Url was forced to inhabit following a particularly messy boating accident that forever separated him from his trunk.

He’s had a hard time. Please give him a good home.

I’m really not sure where to go from here. This is more obnoxious than Pink’s on again, off again marriage. I always say that I don’t need you but it’s always gonna come right back to this….Pleeeeease…don’t leave me….

Thanks Sarah!

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