deformed dead baby – $100
comes in a brass box.
So, babies! (Waaah!) Babies! (Waaah!)
If you want to end up with scabies!
And warts and stuff! On your face!
You’ve come to the right place!
Baby got box!
Thanks, Annette!
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I think we are going to need something stronger than weed to get through this. Check your pockets, what have you got?
I have two breath mints, random bird seed, and a lip balm.
I’ve got eyebleach, hand sanitizer, and a sleeve of Hob Nobs.
Don’t judge a person by the contents of their pockets, but by the color of their character, or something.
Huh…and here I thought it was “don’t judge a person by the color of their pockets, but rather by the content of their carriers”
YSaC…edu-ma-cating folks since the beginning of time!
Rebecca, can I trade a breath mint for a Hob Nob? They are hard to come by in my corner.
Mrfbm hrbtsk flurpnx?
Excuse me. I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full.
I mean, “What Hob Nobs?”
Small notepad, three pens, a hair elastic, and some yarn tails.
Y’all have some deep pockets.
More breath mints, keys, scalpel, guitar picks. Hopefully, nothing incriminating. This is NOT what I was expecting on the Tuesday before Memorial Day.Thanks A LOT, Annette!!!!
Mentos, tampon, $.37, cat treats, snot tissue, and one
baby-deforming kiter, I mean, harmonica.Why would you need a tampon AND a harmonica?
To mask the fact that I may, or I may not have a baby-deforming kit as well.
MWUHAHAHA…
My mother always used to say to me “Carry a tampon and a harmonica.” Or was it a hankie and a dime? I get those mixed up.
My mother used to tell me to wear clean underwear, in case I got run over by a bus.
Now I think about it, it always did sound vaguely threatening.
No matter what state they began in, if I were hit by a bus I can guarantee that my undies would not be clean afterwards.
Brass in pocket. No box, no deformed dead baby. My concience is clean. Well, mostly. Please do not investigate further. Nothing to see here. Move along.
Lint, grit, and the remains of hope and dreams
I vote the Llamanun (BBUH) into the box for the original comment. We’re not beating that one today, folks.
Nobody puts Baby in a brass box.
*Unless the box is filled with concrete and then dropped into the sea.
That’s what brass corners are for.
Q: What’s funnier than a deformed dead baby?
A: A deformed dead baby with clown makeup!
:clears throat:
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s awesome, ghostcat. How did you do that? Or is it some proprietary cat secret?
I do deep breathing exercises.
Impressive…. I do like big breaths !
Penalty, ghostcat, 10 yeards, for breaking the style sheet. *rips ticket out of book* Don’t let it happen again. I knew it was going to be bad when CJ broke the box by squeeing.
*whimpers*
But…in my defense…..PUPPIES!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Step 1: Cut a hole in the box.
Step 2: Put a deformed dead baby in the box.
Step 3: YARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
Isn’t that the steps for placing a dick in the box?
not helping the pron image here folks! But the image of JT, VERY helpful. Thanks for that
Do NOT, I repeat…do NOT tell Jen Lawson about this. I don’t think Victor, or Hunter for that matter, can take anymore trauma.
Baby got pox.
I would not like it in a box.
I do not like it with a pox.
I do not like it here or there.
I do not like it anywhere.
Would you like it at the dump?
Maybe with an aweful hump?
How about we give a whirl
To screaming like two little girls!
There’s a better selection on eBay; see this linky
I prefer this and this.
THE answer to:
How is Babby Preserved?
Poorly, it would seem.
I don’t think it’s real, look at the feet.
OT-sorta….hey random person-who-is-awesome-probably-lurker-what-makes-cute-jewelry….
I got my ring from our lone advertiser, Uniqueables, today.
It. Is. Awesome.
Come on out in the light, missy. Say ‘hey’ to the crowd and let us tell you how awesomesauce you are. 🙂
Awesome! I looked at their stuff and thought it was really cute, so I’m happy that they’re advertising with us!
Uh, back to the deformed dead baby…. are you sure it’s dead? Maybe it’s just asleep. Could someone please check? ….soon?….. Thank you.
It’s pining for the fjords.
It is an ex-deformed baby.
No! No! It’s just resting! (beautiful plummage, innit?!)
Nothing says Happy Memorial Day like grilling deformed babies! Delicious nutritious, avant garde art, honouring the Dark Lord, good ol’ American fun, sadism, depravity and a BBQ all together. What more could you ask for? ‘Murica! F yeah!
“What more could you ask for?”
If I told you, I would have to leave my corner just so I could be sent back. Then I’d have to cast my eyes downward or some such thing, and that just grosses people out.
well, it doesn’t have bacon … I’m becoming increasingly convinced bacon is now winning the interwebz, surpassing cats and pron…
To all Sparqii,
Those who post.
I speak to that
Of which you boast.
You ask of me,
Write your thesis.
And try to pawn
A clothspin Jesus.
Through all your ads
I do slog.
Just to find
A Hypno dog?
I don’t care
If you fix roofs
Or have unique
Bedazzled hooves.
Or sell a couch
With Auntie stain.
That is something
I do disdain.
You sit and stare
At shoulder knees
Then post online
See me, please.
For what you seek,
I’ll never lust.
A terracotta
Richie bust?
I’m glad you tried
To free Misjay
But your attempt
Went astray.
Take for free
A table, red.
Such is asshat
For that I dread.
An effin’ tiger
Not.a.lion.
All your ads
Leave me cryin’.
A minty shell
And trucks of bees.
I’m sick to death
Of fountain cheese.
On you I’ll spend
Not one thin dime.
Now back you go
To T-shirt time.
The above inspired by Camille and Windy.
Thanks gals.
Bug, honey there aren’t enough doors. 🙂
From the Isle of Misfit Toys-
Dusnottim Press-
Nobody wants to play with a Deformed Baby in The Box.
Especially when it costs a hunnert bucks.
C””J, Please take this brass chest with you. No, don’t open it! Wait until tonight, when you’re alone in the house. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Bad Seeds!