First my lovelies, you’ve got one week left to send me your stories for a chance to win your very own original Elly artwork. When you win, you can make fun of my penchant for glitter on Craftastrophe.
Speaking of which, it’s Monday – which means I spent the weekend trolling the Interwebz for frightening crafts. This one is so weird I don’t even have a snarky comment.
I have a house guest and a hangover, so I’m taking the wicked lazy route with today’s post. Webster 7.0 and I spent the weekend traipsing around the city. I’m just going to share a few of the photos we took together.
Sadly, I didn’t manage to capture an elderly Elvis crossing the street wearing his sassy leather chaps crossing the street in Chelsea. Webster was too slow to snap a photo of the three girls on the corner of 17th and 8th Ave as they took turns dipping their white plastic spoons into a jar of Marshmallow Fluff and licking them clean. I actually vomited a little when one girl coated her slice of cheese pizza with a frothy mound of the stuff.
Sometimes the freaks come out during the day, too.
See? Short and sweet. Now go write a story with all that time you didn’t spend reading my blog today. Just…do it quietly, ok? My head hurts.
That bracelet…..I dreamed about it just the other night, well, really it was more a nightmare than a dream…..and it wasn’t so much a bracelet as a horse, with hundreds of eyeballs, chasing me….and it might have had 9 legs, too……and a couple of guns….and I may have had a couple (or 12 drinks)….but other than that…..it was just like that bracelt….
.-= Wicked ShawnÂ´s last blog ..The Love Listâ€¦Because I Love Lists =-.
See, that’s why I stick to ponies and unicorns. Never trust a horse. Especially Bad Horse – the thoroughbred of sin.
that bracelet looks like afterbirth with the leftover eyes. hey, i’m suffering from thinking about it, too.
.-= patty punkerÂ´s last blog ..iâ€™d show you my asshole but itâ€™s not pink enough =-.
You. I. Afterbirth with leftover eyes? You win.
You know what would have made that bracelet better? If the eyeballs were looking out from beautifully crafted vulvas. Yeah, baby, yeah.
.-= Debra She Who SeeksÂ´s last blog ..My Auntie Beehive =-.
My god, you are SO right.
If I worked in a morgue, I would totally wear that bracelet just to freak out my friends.
.-= Sarah PÂ´s last blog ..You can’t spell "WOMBAT" without "WOMB" =-.
I think the smell of formaldehyde would probably freak ’em out plenty.
I just absolutely love city strolling. I want to check out that flower shop! Perhaps after the bikini bar…
.-= Hip Hop HippieÂ´s last blog ..Adultolescent =-.
Pshh. You’ll never leave with the free wi-fi!
ok I’ll whisper…thanks for the nightmares…clowns have now just taken a back seat.
That is one huge step for clown kind, I assure you.
Did I not mention that those are clown eyes on the bracelet? Yup. Fresh eyes carved from baby clowns with rusty grapefruit spoons.
Even eye (hahahaha-oops sorry. quiet laughter) wouldn’t wear that bracelet. And I like funky weird stuff. I’d be too afraid one of those things would blink at me and I pee my pants.
.-= SpotÂ´s last blog ..The one where I discuss Motherhood and try to marry Sean off… =-.
I LOVE marshmallow fluff. My fave ice cream flavor is the chocolate marshmallow kind. But I draw the line at putting it on pizza.
.-= Aunt JuiceboxÂ´s last blog ..Little Monkey =-.
The words of my friend Black Francis come to mind.
Something about slicing up eyeballs and being a debaser.
Anyway, I actually showed this one to my kids and only two out of three ran away.
.-= KellyÂ´s last blog ..Hanging It Up =-.
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