It’s official.  Somehow I’ve turned into a city girl.  Suddenly mountains and fresh air make me twitchy.  With every rustle of the leaves, I’m dead certain that blood-thirsty zombies are coming to eat my brains.  Because I keep finding things like this:

Ayup.  Someone has made their very own decapitated, infant Fire Marshall Bill.  I think the artist sums it up quite well.

You know you don’t have enough stupid crap in your home so you should buy this.

I’m going to guess his advertising slogan for toilet paper would be, “What else are you going to wipe your ass with?”

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Elly Lou also prefers toilet paper to poison ivy leaves, for the record.

5 Responses to “Why I Don’t Camp Anymore”

1. Tweets that mention Why I Don’t Camp Anymore | Craftastrophe -- Topsy.com Says:
   July 26th, 2010 at 9:19 am

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2. Fanboy Wife (123 comments.) Says:
   July 26th, 2010 at 6:32 pm

   You know what, I think I do have enough stupid crap in my home already.
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3. dufmanno (32 comments.) Says:
   July 26th, 2010 at 10:29 pm

   Why?
   Couldn’t you imagine this thing dragging itself along the outskirts of the campsite with it’s one tiny arm looking for something to snuggle up to and lick?
   That would be what awaited you after a long luxurious sleep at Bide a wee trailer park estates and the misconception that everything was going to be alright even if you had to dispose of your own waste in a most foul manner the next day.
   Yeah, that’s right! I did RV it one time and something that looked suspiciously like this did make an appearance. I can’t swear to it but my gag reflex kicking in is enough to trigger the memories.
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4. Tiffany Says:
   July 27th, 2010 at 2:32 am

   *shudder* *whimper*

5. Lessons from the Swish Alps | BugginWord Says:
   July 27th, 2010 at 12:56 pm

   [...] When someone makes a passing fleeting joke about building their house on an old graveyard, you should probably go ahead and plan on not sleeping well.  Especially if it’s the house you’re staying in.  And it’s in the middle of the blackest, creepiest, forest the world has ever known.  And your window is open.  And you don’t have an aluminum baseball bad within arms reach of your bed like you do at home.  And you keep finding things for Craftastrophe like this. [...]