Excuse me good sir, do you have the time? *Reaches into vest. Pulls out pocket watch. Holds it to guys face* But of course. Time to bite your face off!
This Pocket Watch Full Of Teeth is, what’s the right word? I think Squeampunk fits. Yeah squeampunk. It makes me squeamish, but it’s kinda cool. No way I’m keeping this thing in my pocket, by my junk. I feel like it needs a mint or a tic-tac or something. Right in the middle there.
These Zombie Flamingos would look awesome in a zombie trailer park. Hey, that’s a great name for a band. Ladies and gentlemen! The Zombie Flamingos! We’d get on stage, rock out super hard while our flesh rots off, against a trailer park backdrop all foggy and lit by the full moon, and at the end we would all balance on one leg like Flamingos do.
Too bad I’m way to busy with this blog. Plus, I just tried to book a few gigs and no trailer park will let us play there. I guess only hurricanes and shotguns are welcome. Whatevs. I’m ordering some of these zombie birds for this Halloween.
This Dragon flower pot is perfect for Snap Dragons. You know, those flowers that look like dragon heads, that you can play with and move it’s jaws open and shut. I only reason I know what they are is because I got in trouble for “relieving myself” in the neighbor’s garden. Seems I “Burnt” Mrs. Everitt’s prize Snap Dragons with my “devil’s urine”. I remember it well…
*Swirling graphics, turning into a distorted haze*
“Look at what you’ve done. You idiot! You imbecile! Nothing but a shriveled mess! It’s as if the Earth were salted and a swarm of locusts hit these plants. Clearly you have the devil in you!”
“In my pee? It does sometimes burn… Now, now. Let’s not be unkind. The shriveling is because I just got out of the shower. I can assure you that shrinkage is quite normal. A woman of your considerable age should understand-”
“You idiot! The flowers! All shriveled and and burnt!”
“It’s not like I peed in your garden.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m not a friggin’ animal. We only have one bathroom and the wife locked me out. So I peed in an empty monster drink can, like ya do, and just tossed it into your garden. I think you owe me an apology Mrs. Everitt. No worries. Oh, I noticed that your Petunias have a similar problem. Glad to be of help.”
Yep. I went on a trip to London last year and this American Werewolf In London Painting looks about right. Except my sweatpants were hanging way lower and I prefer Burger King. Plus, my bike had a bell.
Ding ding. Ding ding. Fat American tourist coming through. Out of the way. You damn English make it impossible to juggle 3 Whoppers, 4 orders of fries, a happy meal and an ice cream cone.
On the plus side Londoners are really good about you falling off of your bike and having a heart attack. Got me an ambulance in no time. Thanks Gov! Health care there is awesome too. I was on my feet and back to being a disgusting American in no time. MURICA!
OMG! It’s Cloven Hoof Barbie! Can I get it mommy? Can I? *Mom is busy taking selfies and making duck lips* That’s nice dear, just put it in the cart.
That was my childhood. Thanks for not being there, random dude I don’t know, who may or may not be my dad, and who wasn’t there to make me play with tools and trucks so I could be all manly. I never did get that Limited Edition Demon Barbie Doll, because mom had to give the guy in the parking lot a $20 in exchange for a small bag of baking powder. But I did leave wearing some new high heels that no one noticed.
Broken homes are no joke people. It made me the Sex in the City watching man I am today.
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