Unicorns Get Stabby, Too

I’m having a day.  This kind of day*:

I blame my mortgage company.  The story isn’t very good, so I’m not going to tell it to you.  But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don’t have time to tell you that I recently discovered they make Spanx for men.  And they don’t call them Manx.  Frankly I can’t decide which of those facts is more appalling.

I did have time to write a Sprocket Piece though. Poor (and by “poor” I really mean “ridiculously wealthy and revered so don’t feel THAT bad for her”) Julie Taymor and the Spider-Man musical are getting trashed in an entirely new musical.  Yay for catty, creative people!

*Thanks for the most perfect graphic ever, Deb!


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14 thoughts on “Unicorns Get Stabby, Too

  1. I wish I had a horn on top my head so I could stab people with it. You wouldn’t even have to smuggle it through customs because its an appendage!! Damn Unicorns. They have all the fun.

    ♥Spot

  2. Glad you like the graphic! When I read your blog post title, I thought it said “Unicorns get shabby, too.” WTF? Maybe they also need their own brand of Spanx.

    P.S. I hope your day improves.

  3. i like men a bit more rugged looking or commando. just saying.

    need me make those mortgage bitches cry? cuz i will if they fuck with my elly, rocco, and baby buggin.

  4. In an unrelated story I found spanx for my dog. The one that’s still alive.
    Also, that’s a robot unicorn. No genuine mythical creature impales innocent bystanders. Except, of course, the minotaur. But he’s got his reasons and you shouldn’t have been in is underground labyrinth anyway.

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