Nothing says Christmas like a trio of bunny butts with Santa hats on them. Deck the halls with dingle-berries fa la la la la la la la la. At $50 a rabbit butt, this trio of tushies will cost you $150. I know this because as a kid I was hooked on math phonics, but I kicked the habit years ago. Yay me!
Click through for a touching holiday poem.
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Please mother. Stop arguing with me. I will find a nice girl soon. You haven’t even touched your dinner. Not again mother! Why must you always fall out of your chair? You are so tense and stiff as a board. Yes, mother. Yes I will look for another victim today. Stop laughing. *Covers ears* Stop laughing at me! I’m a good boy! A good boy! Your good boy will bring home another victim and you’ll see.
2 months later…
I tricked you mother! You are now for sale on Etsy. Once they buy you I will never have to hear your nagging again! Besides, I need more time with dad. Even though all he does is drink. Now where is he hiding? Oh yeah. That’s right. Mom! Where’s the shovel?
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Better call Scotland Yard. This looks like the work of Quack The Ripper, London’s most notorious killer duckling. It’s not every day you see a duck go on a murderous rampage. Unless you frequent Etsy of course.
The tag line for the imminent movie version of this Etsy listing is “Scotland Yard is on the case, but this duck don’t give a f**k!” Would you pay to see it? I know you would. What’s wrong with you people? I’m just seeing it because it’s a chick flick! Duckling, chick… Close enough.
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How do you know when it’s cold outside? Apparently, when you check the temperature on a thermometer that’s sticking out of a deer’s rectum. Makes sense to me. I mean, why check the temp on my iPhone when I can look at a deer’s ass?
Alright, it’s not really mounted in the rectum. You are just getting a deer tail mounted upright so that it looks like a deer is getting it’s temperature taken. It’s either that or an un-decorated redneck Christmas tree.
This chicken bone necklace is the perfect gift from any Fred Flintstone to their Wilma. Those are KFC bones. I recognize them because they look just like the ones thrown all over my apartment. Minus the ants all drowning in grease and 11 secret herbs and spices, of course.
I really need to learn to cook for myself. And clean.
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