Now you can keep your stuff inside of a shiny metal head. Which beats a shiny metal butt. This Steampunk Skull Purse will hold all of your stuff. It’s got all kinds of gears and whatnot and the head opens up all cool like.
I’m pretty sure this is one of my ex-girlfriends, cuz there’s nothing in that pretty head and you can see the gears moving, but still nothing but a vacant stare. Nobody’s home.
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These Denture Eyeglass Frames have bite! I’d give my eye-teeth for ’em. I don’t know what the hell that means, but whatever. It makes sense here anyway. It’s from the same folks who made the denture bracelet. I sense a theme here. Their home must look like a dental nightmare.
I hear you can care for all of their products with some toothpaste and denture cream. My grandmother keeps buying this stuff including these Denture Eyeglass Frames. I’m all like, “Just because you have the fake teeth doesn’t mean you need matching accessories!” Just something to molar over ya old bat!
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12 Chocolate Caramel Toffee Skulls. All around a table. The fate of one man in their hands. What will they decide? Is he innocent. Or guilty of murder? It’s so tense!
That’s 12 Angry men you idiot!
Oh. Well… You don’t know they aren’t angry. And delicious. They look like Skeletor after he fell asleep for like 10 hours in a tanning bed.
Eh, What’s up doc? I knew I shoulda made that left at Albuquerque. Ain’t I a stinker? No, really I am a stinker. It’s July and like 100 effing degrees as I blog in a pair of ratty old socks and more-than-off-white underwear. And seeing this Rabbit Hoodie makes it feel even hotter.
On a somewhat, but not really related note, I taught I taw a puddy tat! Ib-a ib-a That’s all folks!
P.S. What a maroon!
Is that a dragon on your shoulder or are you just happy to see me? Maybe a little of both, since I’m always happy to see someone with a plate full of french fries. *Grabs a bunch. Feeds some to my Dragon Shoulder Companion and stuffs the rest in my mouth. Sits down across from my dragon-less friend.*
Yes you can take my order. I’ll have enough raw meat for two. *Waits. Meat arrives* Do your thing Drago! *Dragon shrieks and breaths fire, cooking our meat and burning my dragon-less friend to a crisp. Everyone runs for the door.*
So how have you been? You’re looking a bit ashen. Why so quiet? *Taps him on the shoulder. Burnt jaw falls to the table.* Time to get out of here Drago. Bad Drago. Our dead friend is not food. C’mon we gotta stay one step ahead of the law. And the fire department.
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