Nothing will make little children cry more than a defaced and all ’round jacked up Santa. Could you just imagine the kids waking up bright and early Christmas day to this cracked out Santa staring them down?
(Would I be evil if I laughed at that mental picture? Because I totally did.)
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I wish this came in a pack of 20 (for less than $3.50 a card since I’m not digging into my Christmas booze fund that deeply), because I would not hesitate to send these puppies out!
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A big thankyou to Andrea for this find!
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Viva la Christmas Crazies! because when Christmas comes around for some reason people suddenly believe they’ve got some amazingly crafty talents. So amazing, in fact, they can create just about anything; so long as they can find something red, something with glitter, and sateen.
Not satin. Sateen.
This doll angel hot mess of a transvestite hooker appears to be wearing a unitard with a tutu a la sateen.
(Unitard is just about the BEST word ever. Unitard. Just say it over and over. It gets funnier each time. Unitard.)
Its hair shimmering in the flash of the camera, the bedazzled necklace PIERCED INTO ITS BODY.
The make up? Blush? Um. AWESOME.
I think I did my make-up like that when I snuck into my mom’s drawer when I was younger. You know you’ve done it. The transvestite hot mess of blush spots, applied with lipstick causing stains that no amount of baby wipes can remove.
I now hold a special place in my heart for this craftastrophe. This bedazzled transvestite hooker.
