We all know that Doctor Who met Vincent Van Gogh, but it is not so well known that at least one Star Trek creature met the famous painter as well. A Gorn. Of course Vincent Van Gogh had to lose in hand to hand combat to be forced to paint the portrait. That is the real reason he lost his ear. The Gorn pulled a Mike Tyson on him. Only $595.
Category: Just Plain Weird
Free Pills For Everyone: Pharmassist Computer
Sweet. This $949. Pharmassist Computer will walk you through your symptoms and advise you on recommended medications. “Hi. Yeah, my NyQuil is all gone. I know this because I have stopped seeing the little furry mushroom people who live in the cracks in my walls. Now I’m looking for something that in pharmacy lingo is gonna make me really ‘trip balls’. What da ya got?”
“What do you mean it doesn’t actually give out medicine, or as I like to call it ‘burning man candy’? Damn it. Back to NyQuil it is then.”
Underwear Cookies: Just Wait’ll We Get Our Hanes…In You
Underwear cookies. Edible undies! Tidey Whiteys! They start out white, but after a while they are just a well traveled road covered in skid marks and yellow oil stains from accidents. Accidents are gonna happen on any road. You can say, “Fix our roads. What do we pay taxes for?”, but really you are just too cheap to buy new underwear. And by you, I mean me.
To Etsy seller SugarLaneBakeShop, I say this. I want to eat your undies! All of them. Not ashamed to say it.
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Looks Like Fetal Mac N’ Cheese: Babies in a Can
Sometimes you miss the chance to buy an item and somebody else gets the score. That was the case with these babies in a can. I never even had a chance to buy them. I was hovering over the buy button, trying to think how many I had in the pantry and just like that, gone. Turns out, I was all out of ’em too.
Look at ’em, looking so creamy and tasty, all crammed in there, wiggling around. Yummy!
Beer Bottle Telephone For All Your Drunk Dialing Needs
Drunk dialing will take on a whole new meaning with this awesome Beer Bottle telephone. “Hello, alcohol? I lob you man. No, really. Yer like, my faborite thing ever.” *hiccup* “What? Nah. No man. I meant to dial you. Alcohol is just a term of endangerment. I mean endearment.”
*Nods off and jolts awake* “Hello! I’d like to make a collect call to my liber, uh, liver. Make it quick brewmaster, or operator, or whatever. He’s drowning.” *decorates the wall with a puke jet-stream. Wipes mouth with arm* “Nevermind. All better now. Can you get me a cleaning lady instead?”
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