Today is St. Patrick’s Day and even those without a touch o’ Irish pumping through their veins seem to be celebrating.  I mean, it’s a free pass to inhale corned beef and Guinness right?  But if partaking in traditional food and drink seem too commonplace for you, if you’re really looking to spice it up a bit, then might I suggest this lovely little number:

I mean really. You won’t even NEED a shirt that says ”Kiss me, I’m Irish!” because the ladies will come a’ chargin’!

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Yes, while Samantha is indeed part Irish you will not be seeing any foreign materials encompassing her face.

I’ve spent years of my life searching for the perfect hot pink pachyderm with yellow polka dots and bright green tusks.  Who hasn’t?  I never dreamed of finding a specimen as wondrous as this one.  Imagine my excitement when I found this little beauty has the added bonus of angry hand-painted eyebrows that say:

“I went to an Ivy League College, not a 3-ring circus.”

I bet it looks even classier under a black light.  Then again, what doesn’t?

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Elly Lou gets her blog on over at BugginWord.com.  Beware of unicorns – especially the angry ones.

Who doesn’t want half a bald lady shoved in a candle stick greeting all their guest?  Yep, this is Ane.  She may have lost all her hair, had a few joint replacements and is missing her bottom half, but that doesn’t make her any less creepy lovable, now does it!?    Britney wishes she had those cheekbones to correctly pull off this look!  Watch for her to make her debut as Jigsaw’s baby mama  in Saw 46 or whatever the next one is…  Cheers to that, we should celebrate her success!  Now, what did I do with all my candlesticks?

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Gillian Wright keeps it real about kids, crafts, organizing,  and (lack of) housework at Mrs. Wright, Gone Wrong.

Love the concept, but the execution leaves little to be desired.

I mean, unless you walk around all day with your skirt splayed by the hem, people are just going to think you shit yourself. And that’s just awkward for everyone.

My tags all read ‘L’ but I perfer to say they’re ‘M’ too. Just sayin’.

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Next trip to the groomer, make a point of telling them NO. LION. MANE. MULLETS.

Seriously? That shit borders on animal abuse.

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