Irony is: Not Having a Chimney

Fuckin' a.

Just a thought, but if you only have enough money for a carton of cigarettes for yourself, or a dollhouse for your daughter, compromising is probably not the answer. Especially if said compromise is a dollhouse made out of said carton of cigarettes. Although I applaud this crafter's temerity. And scalloped roofing.


By the way, I'm getting awfully tired of finding my content on other blogs, especially when they're bigger sites than mine. You know who you are. Just give credit where credit is due. Thanks.

A Step-By-Step Guide To Dressing Like An Asshole

Step one:

Et Finis.

Cheaper Than Implants

Luckily for this crafter, all I've ever wanted in life is a pair of multicolored miniature clay breasticles. At long last, my hunt is over. Oh, the places we'll go together, the things we'll do.

Some Crafts Exist Only For The Sake of AWESOMENESS

I think I'm gonna file this under "I Want What They're Smoking", because frankly, this crafter's stash must be outstanding. Though, to be fair, is does look exactly how they intended: like a dinosaur in a gourd with corn-cob wheels and paddles, so, um, kudos for that, I guess. It may be utterly insane, but at least it's intentionally utterly insane, although I don't think it's intentionally as utterly insane as how utterly insane it really is, if you know what I'm saying. That said, I would like to point out the size of gourd necessary to make this contraption realistically viable. The answer is "quite large", I believe. "Quite large."

Also, I love how if you go to the source, you'll see the artists makes a big deal out of pointing out that "The gourd is creamy brown with a nice shade of purple and orange. Yes it was a real gourd that we cast a mold of so we could make the Dino racers." as if that was really going to be my first question upon seeing this item. Because, you know, I think my first question when I saw this was "I wonder what this was molded from, other than awesomeness and win?"

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Oh, and many thanks to Madame Berg for a fabulous new zombie chicken award:

Her site is most excellent, by the way. Her website is exclusively about 'costumes, cats, and the 18th century'. I shit you not. If you think I'm kidding, or even if you think I'm not, you must check it out. She has single-handedly inspired me to start up another website solely devoted to pickled foods, medieval footwear, and squirrels.

Ignore The Raccoon

If there is anything more patriotic than a paving stone painted to look like a coke-fueled bald eagle with wings resembling the confederate flag, a matching yarn choker, and WE HEART AMERICA scrawled on the chest, than I don't know what it is.

I'll take three.