Just in time for Easter, here’s a plush cell phone charm that’s sure to win the heart of your Easter hunny! Adorable and not at all terrifying, this bunny makes many promises to the quality of its cell phone charmingness:
“she will be there for you when that certain someone doesn’t call or you when you get no texts & you feel like you are all alone. she will be there to smile and say “well i still love you”. she is a great companion to guard your phone too, she may look sweet and small, but she sure can pack a punch if she wants to!”
I’m sorry, but there’s nothing in the world that I can imagine would make me feel more lonely and depressed than staring at my silent phone and seeing this thing looking back at me.
AH!
Did I say depressed? I meant terrified!
Don’t kill me with your Easter voodoo, bunny cell phone charm! I’ll put the eggs back, I swear! Now stop haunting my dreams!
It’s a duck. In a bathtub, with a rubber duck. It is also so cute that we *may* have peed our collective pants. Maybe. We cannot confirm nor deny. From the post:
Last but no (sic) least I’d like to introduce you to S. Howercap. He’s a modern dude who enjoys being pampered at the spa.
I might have to get some yellow pom poms and see if I can make a little duck getting a massage. Or a facial, Or maybe a brazilian. Wait, I didn’t say that.
For anyone who celebrates Easter, finding the perfect outfit might be a gigantic headache. Must look cute! Dress-y! Spring-y! Let us not forget the accessories either. There are shoes to consider, jewelry, and handbags. Oh, the handbags. If you’re stumped in this department might I suggest something that will set you apart from everyone else at church? It’s a statement piece, that’s for sure:
Now, while I would never buy this for myself, it does appeal to me in some strange way. Only a certain kind of person would be able to pull this off and hey, that person might be you! For a mere $80 you could have the most hoppin’ clutch of the holiday. Just don’t leave it on the dinner table as some family members might grab a knife and fork.
Every time I turn a corner I run smack into a photo of some adorable pug or shar pei staring up at me, wide-eyed and innocent and so effing cute I just want to punch myself in the face. Who wants to look at a picture of a cute puppy all day, with their squishy noses and baleful eyes? Not this girl.
This girl needs something edgy. Something that makes me wake up and say, “Whoa!”
Something with more buttholes.
YES!
THIS IS IT!
This is the thing I’ve been longing for, the thing I want to hang above my hearth so that visitors can immediately understand exactly what kind of person I am. A single glance and they’ll know: I heart dog ass.
The artist sits in front of her computer. Her posture is rigid. She practices impeccable ergonomics. Her right hand is on a mouse. However, her left hand is restless while she surfs the web.
One day it comes to her: her left hand needs a companion! It needs a place to call its own. And her imagination provides the answer, a lightening-bolt strike of genius: her left hand needs a boob. Surely other people need boobs upon which to rest their hands. And so the Boob Hand Rest is born.
Next time you are shopping for a hand rest, give this a thought. It doesn’t look like it would work as a wrist guard while you mouse, but maybe your hands are lonely, too. Maybe one of these would look nice on the arm of your La-Z-Boy for your use as you watch must-see TV. If white isn’t for you, it also comes in ballistics-gel yellow.