Someone needs to call an exterminator. Their shoehouse is filled with rabbits. Rabbits, or mice. I’m not sure which. The ears say rabbit. The body and thin whiplike tail says “mouse.” The hooked clawlike hands really say “gargoyle,” or maybe “Nosferatu.” Theory one: balancing an Easter egg on the point of his nose. Theory two: […]
Sooo…this was meant to be for Good Friday for maximum inappropriateness. But I got swept away in the frenzy of carrots. Mea culpa. Bunnies–they pretty much symbolize innocence, right? If you ignore the “making more bunnies” angle, which, rest assured, the bunnies do not–they’re cute, they wiggle their noses, rarely pirate DVDs, seldom run for […]
Carrots. Just … just give ’em here. Really. I’ll stop any time I want to, no worries. Just three or four more. Six, tops. Maybe eight. Seriously, though, it’s not like it’s a thing, I just like carrots. I’m not hurting anybody or nothing, I just…look, buddy, just give me a bag of Bird’s Eye […]
I love how terrified infants look exactly like a walk-on cameo from Alfred Hitchcock’s House of the Young. Particularly if Hitchcock dressed in an adorable little pink number with a high Empire waist. No-one can look shocked, indeed fatally affronted, like a 60-year-old Southern woman or a baby. Or Hitchcock…but. But something is obviously terrifying […]
…And then the Easter Bunny’s head exploded. Boom! Sometimes you can get a clear view into the mind of the artist. Like with Devilbunny, The artist presumably really hated kids, and wanted to give them heart attacks. I don’t know what this artist was hoping to achieve. It looks a little like an abstract exercise […]
And I would give it to him. Absolutely, in a heartbeat, if it would keep him as far away from me as possible. The Goodwill “Blue Hanger” outlet store actually isn’t my favorite haunt, because honestly, “broken” isn’t the same as “funny,” and anything that isn’t soft and pliable isn’t going to survive long in […]
Gentle readers, we ask you now to lower your standards, just a touch, as we lean back and try to get away from this tribute to Easter. Do these guys look just a bit deep-fried, puffy and golden to anyone else? Is it just me? It might be. Easter is nothing if not scantily clad […]
Hi! There is a fine line between “mascara” and “war paint” and I fear that little bunny Fufu here has not only crossed the line, but gave it lush and full and possibly water-resistant lashes. I would never call the Easter bunny an icon of masculinity, but we’re playing some strange gender games here. That […]
Please stand and say the pledge of allegiance to the shirt. I have to assume this was yanked off some poor teacher. Oh how she must have struggled. “No! NO! It’s educational!” It was probably freaking out the third graders–the way Mrs. Klapham had Uncle Sam staring at them from over each boob, his tangled […]
There is some thought that two weeks of bunnies is…maybe…a little bit much. So we’ll wrap this up and move on to other, greater things. Kittens, maybe. Or amorphous blobs. Maybe we’ll start with an amorphous blob, right now. With apologies to my friends from the Thrifthorror livejournal community, I do think I’ve included this […]