You know, I think this one pretty much speaks for itself. Technically I suppose it IS hunting season. But really? There’s nothing that makes this ok. Nothing.
Of course it’s mounted on knotty pine. *Sigh*
Now I can’t stop picturing it singing “Take Me To The River” like one of those creepy bass fish gag gifts. Crap. I’m never going to sleep again, am I?
Many people turn to religion to find a warm, safe haven. It doesn’t get much warmer than this, folks.
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Because everyone should have affordable access to fine art, the artist has issued affordable 8×10 prints for the low, low price of $20. I’m thinking about buying one to replace some of the artwork at the apartment I’m house sitting.
Because I just couldn’t choose between all the horrible potential names for this Craftastrophe, I’ve included them all. Feel free to vote for your favorite in the comments. While you’re at it, you should probably pray for my heathen soul.
Imagery: A toothed vagina with an arm extending from it that is grasping a human heart.
Well, I’m glad you cleared that up, because I really had no idea what I was looking at. A butt with a zipper? Krumm for Aaahh!!! Real Monsters? Some sort of Halloween themed nut cracker?
But now that I know it’s a vagina dentata, I totally get it. I also totally get that you made it look “like an artifact” (see: old and crappy) on purpose, and that it’s worth all $500 that you’re charging for it.
Oh, wait, no–I mean, I totally don’t get it. Feminist mythology my butt zipper.
Hermann Rorschach was born in 1884. He started showing inkblot pictures to children and analyzing their responses around 1910. In 1921 he published his book, Psychodiagnostik, that formed the basis for the diagnostic ink blot test. From his work, John E. Exner created the Exner Scoring System, which is to this day used with Rorschach’s inkblot tests in criminal investigations and mental health facilities around the world.
The woman who painted this sign might benefit from some Rorschach analysis.
Call me immature, or maybe oversexed, but when I first saw this there was only one word that came to mind and it was not Halloween.
While I wish its creator was a brilliant, devious mastermind who purposefully painted this equivalent of a folk art Rorschach and then posted it on Etsy for $110, I don’t think that’s the case. The rest of her work is whimsical and cute, and she sounds like a lovely, oblivious woman who has no idea that this piece looks like a 1970′s vagina.
I bet she also fails to see the irony of the “Welcome to Sleepy Hollow” sign.
Ladies, how often have you been out in an ensemble completely devoid of pockets and thought to yourself, “Damn, if only my water bottle fit in my vag!” Oh come on, I had it happen twice just in the past week.
Well now you can shove your lipstick, car keys, kazoos, and other daily necessities right on into your special place without having to worry about moisture damage. How on Earth did we manage before the invention of the Shagadelic Purssy Clutch?
Now you can reveal your inner cunt and stash your cell phone in it too!
This clutch was handcrafted from vintage fabric, and looks innocent enough from the outside… Imagine her delight when she opens it up to reveal an anatomically correct vagina! Perfect for the bride-to-be/drag queen/pussy lover in your life.
Screw the bride to be. I think the entire congregation should be toting these bad boys filled with seeds to hurl at the bride and groom as they flee the altar. Imagine the melee as wedding guests start reaching into other peoples’ purssies when theirs run out of seed.
All of a sudden this post sounds like an excerpt from a bad romance novel. Fortunately the Purssy is easily cleaned with a simple mixture of vinegar and water. The only other maintenance necessary is an occasional waxing.
