The sewing machine and I are not friends.

I have made many the awesome costume for my kids for school shizzle and dress-up parties of epic proportions.

Krusty the Clown, Rapunzel, a cow complete with WORKING UDDERS, ye olden day prostitute fair maiden, a Cockatoo with individual feathers, Marilyn Monroe in a body bag… To name a few.

But they were all hand sewn.  NOT to be machine washed.

Basically one use only.

I do not profess to be a professional.

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from the listing:

Custom Costume

You tell us… We deliver!

And THAT is what you chose to advertise your wares?

Desperately hoping that he is wearing the actual pelt of Cookie Monster or at least that hypochondriac giraffe from Madagascar for five HUNDRED bucks.

Or is that plane fare?

Cause if you hand deliver that shit to me I will gladly kick your arse all the way back from whence you came.

Kelley – who is sorry for the Gary Coleman reference.  Sorta.  Not really.

3 Responses to “‘We deliver!’ Yeah, a huge slice of WTF with a side of What’choo talking about Willis.”

1. Tweets that mention ‘We deliver!’ Yeah, a huge slice of WTF with a side of What’choo talking about Willis. | Craftastrophe -- Topsy.com Says:
   May 31st, 2010 at 1:24 pm

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2. Tight muscles. Craptacular crafters. Chipmonks must die. Naked male models serving breakfast. Says:
   May 31st, 2010 at 10:11 pm

   [...] So while I wander around sans boot, listening to the entire back catalogue of The Chipmonks, and trying not to think about the mountain of work piling on my desk while I am stuck at home with the all singing all dancing snot factory also known as Boo, I am over at Craftastrophe proving that even when I am not TRYING I am better than everyone else. [...]

3. Kathy Says:
   June 1st, 2010 at 9:15 am

   If you look at the source, it’s not surprising that the only costume the seller could depict was a pimp. The shop is full of prostitute clothes…