You know, it’s unnerving enough that there’s someone out there, painstakingly making polymer replicas of your cooter. But it really gets weird in the description:

After purchasing, send me a convo describing your vagina: the shape of your inner and outer labia, colors, how much or how little your inner labia extend out from your outer labia, how well hidden your clitoris is, is it heavily hooded, or can you see it fairly easily?

Yeah, I don’t think so. If I’m going to spend that much time online talking to a stranger about my pussy, I better be playing with myself.

“A salvaged CD destined for the trash has become a decorative timepiece.”

Oh you may have spray painted it, but its destination hasn’t changed. Seriously that’s just about the worst piece of crap I’ve ever seen that wasn’t made by a child or a stroke victim in occupational therapy. The good news is, the next time someone finds this in the trash, they won’t be able to make anything worse out of it.