Happy Labor Day! Doubtlessly you’re already chilling the beer and forming the patties for this afternoon’s barbecue. In fact, I bet you’re already exhausted. Well never fear! I’ve found the solution. Sit right down on your Footstool and take a load off.
For little more than a c-note, you can plop your tired booty atop a pair of legs amputated just just below the knee. And the shoes? Those are honest to genuine Lugz. Apparently I’m not hip enough to know what that means. No, I must bow to the hipness of a person that chooses to embroider a pair of hamburgers on denim pants.
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Elly Lou plans on celebrating the holiday by trolling Times Square for sailors.


















September 6th, 2010 at 12:50 pm
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September 7th, 2010 at 10:58 am
OMG OMG. A serial killer is on the prowl! For realz, according to the Rachel Maddow show!
September 7th, 2010 at 12:15 pm
This actually gave me a warm memory because those look just like my snowboots from 1991.
I fail to see how a stool so low to the ground could be helpful to someone who keeps having to grunt and tug to get themselves into a standing position every time a burger has to be flipped.
Now I’m thinking this comes with a companion chair?
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