Do you like your skulls with roses? Well, this Skulls and Roses Crossbody Purse has both. Plus plenty of room for your stuff. And you better not be carrying around ACTUAL skulls and roses inside cuz that’s just messed up and you may have a problem. This bag is stylish, functional and beautiful, which is coincidentally what I said about my grandmother when they went to put her in a home. They agreed it wasn’t time, then they asked me why I called her a bag and slapped me upside the head.
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This Gothic Skull Dress is filled with skulls. And roses. Take it from me, I think you’ll look cute in it. Not that I’ve been watching you or anything. After all of these years, I just know what you like my dear. No need to thank me. Happy anniversary my love.
See, that could be you giving your girl this sweet dress. Someone is getting lucky tonight. Is it me? Am I winning the lottery. Shut up brain, I’m trying to blog here. I think this is called a skater dress cuz if you buy this for her, you are skating right into her heart.
I always look grim in this mirror. Don’t know why. Must be the lighting. More likely, it’s the two Grim Reapers on this Grim Reapers and Roses Framed Mirror. Damn, I thought Guns N Roses knew how to rock, but they are nothing compared to Grim Reapers and Roses. Their concerts are to die for, cuz people are dying to get in. Anywho, enjoy admiring yourself in this Gothic archway of death.
Don’t be scared though. The seasons don’t fear the Reaper. Nor do the wind, sun and the rain. So you shouldn’t either. Go ahead and knock on that mirror. Ya know why?
Cuz you’ll be knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door! Or hell maybe. Death’s door.
These Roses don’t have thorns, but they do have teeth and eyes. So they can see you and can bite you. This is why I don’t garden people. Well, that and did you know that gardens are full of bugs? Yuck. These murderous roses make a great gift for anyone who wants a gruesome garden.
Rotten Rose was a truck-stop floozy,
She’d treat ya right if ya could get her boozy.
I’ll just stop there.
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