“I got you an iPod!”
Oh, no, it’s an eye-pod! Not only a bad pun, but kinda creepy, too, as a bonus.
{Source} Only $30, but the disappointment is priceless.
I have never, ever, EVER understood the appeal of Hello Kitty.
Ever.
I mean, look at her. Even as a little girl, I didn’t get it when the preppy girls in my class would ohh and ahh over Hello Kitty erasers and pencils and pencil cases and whatever else they could get their mitts on that had that boring white cat on it.
I liked Garfield. Garfield was sarcastic.
I liked Tom, of Tom and Jerry. He had drive, spunk and a mean streak.
Hello Kitty just sits there.
You know what else I don’t get? Fetuses. I didn’t ohh and ahh over any of my pre-half-time ultrasounds. After 20 weeks I noticed my oldest was sucking his thumb and had feet. I was cool with that.
You know that old saying about polishing a turd? Obviously its creator never saw the work of this artist.
Why polish a turd when you can gild it? Honestly, some people shouldn’t have access to glitter.
Is that thing winking at me or does it have a black eye? Can you imagine being mad enough to punch poo? Then again, how else would you react to getting propositioned by a winking Billy-Idol-reject-looking chunk of feces?
Made with “polymer clay, assorted metal findings, chain and charm, very old screw, gold mica powder, and love.”
Of course I’ve heard of toothed vaginae. But a toothed uterus?!
Beware little girls, this is what happens when you sleep with the tooth fairy.
This pregnant lady has a tooth in her belly, a molar, where usually a fetus would be! Also there is a toothy grin on the back of her neck!
Crap! There’s teeth on her neck, too?
Living in NYC, I’ve often wished I could use my uterus as an extra storage space for Christmas decorations or sporting equipment. Not for teeth though, I really do prefer to keep those in my mouth (along with my foot).
Not into teeth? No worries! The artist has a whole slew of uteri stuffed with creative goodies – muffins, testicles, waving kitties, whistles, and even a bowl of noodles. Based on the way I felt during my last period, I might have to commission a piece with a hello kitty chainsaw crammed into the uterine area. Don’t panic – I have more pictures for you. (more…)
