Check out this clown fantasy outfit. Here’s an interesting fantasy: Eat a f**king cracker. I kid. I kid. I’m thinking you can buy this $1,235.00 outfit and then team up with the Joker, because if there’s one thing the Batman doesn’t need, it’s another deranged clown at the Joker’s side. I mean, besides Harley Quinn. Look at her jumping out in front of the Caped Crusader, eyes all wide, feigning shock. Oh my. Did I startle you? He he. Are you stunned by my crazy freakishness? Good. He he. Now for a kick to your bat-groin.
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Be Fashionably Fecal With The Turd Brooch
Did you poop today? Me either. I’ve been told I need more roughage than what is traditionally in a Hot Pocket sauteed in Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. But when I do poop next, I am totally going to match that poo with one of these awesome turd brooches and wear that Cleveland Steamer with pride.
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This Handbag Takes Things Literally, Is also Handmade
It’s a handbag. It’s handmade. It’s also very handy. No wonder it is full of hands. Brightly colored hands with paint on them. As if this handbag had rolled over a hundred children who were finger-painting pretty flowers and consumed them for all eternity in this bag.
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Clamcake Looks Like Satan, Is Probably Fiery Hot
Behold the Satan Clamcake! The master of the underworld has taken a new form on Earth and is just waiting for you to consume him. As soon as you go all nom nom nom and start eating this thing, you will feel a fiery burning as hell’s fury boils within you. Before you know it, you are Satan’s new vessel here on Earth.
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Elvis’ Internal Organs Have Left The Building
I thought there were only two versions of Elvis. Fat Elvis and Thin Elvis. Here is a third. This painting shows Elvis with his insides showing. Hey, I think I see some half digested peanut butter and banana sandwiches. And a butt-load of pills. No wonder he sang Love Me Tender. He didn’t want people jabbing him in his internal organs while he made sweet love. Be gentle with Elvis baby. You dig?
Thanks for the tip William. Your a hunk a hunk of burning love. And you should really get that checked by a doctor.