HISSSSSSSSSS MEOWWWWWWW I need this brooch now. This Cat Skull Brooch is all cat, all skull, all brooch. You can wear it on your sweater. You know, if you want to scare the skin off your cat so it looks just like this. Then you’ll have another one to wear. Good idea. A two for one deal. Here kitty kitty.
Tag: halloween
Gothic Black Bat Wings Backpack
I’m gonna store all of my Red Bull in this Gothic Black Bat Wings Backpack. You know why? Cuz Red Bull gives you wings! Well, sure diabetes too, but wings aint bad. Gonna strap this thing on and run real fast so those wings flap in the breeze while I squeak like a bat, even if that is just my asthma. It’s gonna be so cool. I’m a bat out of hell baby! Then I’ll jump off the roof and either fly or be a puddle of Red Bull on the sidewalk.
Your Time Will Come Clock With Grim Reaper Hands
Check out this Your Time Will Come Clock With Grim Reaper Hands. What time is that? Lunch. Bring it! Dinner? I’m there. Hey, don’t you ever get tired of holding that clock? Those bony hands look like they could use a break. Here, let me take it for awhile. Ha ha. Tricked you! Now I’m the Grim Reaper. Now YOUR time has come. *Hits him over the head with the clock*
Now nobody dies. Sucker!
Ten years later: *Standing in a room full of people packed like sardines.* Sure is crowded in here since nobody has died in like ten years. *Guy next to me grunts as we all get pressed tighter together.* So basically I killed the Grim Reaper and we are all immortal and can’t move. I really f**ked up this time. Hey, stop jabbing me! Who’s touching my ass?
Bone Appetit – Skull Bowl
Chips and dip? Cheese and crackers? M and M’s? Popcorn? Whatever you serve up in this Skull Bowl, it’s taking things to a very macabre level. Eat like the undertakers do. Oh c’mon you know they do freaky stuff like this all of the time. Cuz they play with dead bodies and stuff. Hey, can I get some chips and dip in a cracked skull? Chips and dip in a hip would be more appropriate. Cuz it rhymes. Poor guy whose skull that is. How could he let that happen to him? No brain. That’s how. I guess that makes whatever appetizer you have in it a no-brainer too. Celebrating the Super Bowl? Use a Skull Bowl.
Full Moon Panties
Full Moon Panties? Those aren’t full moon panties. Full moon panties are no panties at all. Just your ass painted by the light of the full moon. I would have called these the Wolf of Ball Street. What? They’re for women? Are you sure? Cuz I’m pretty sure I can make that wolf tongue move and appear to lick itself. No takers?