The only reason I know what a flenser does is because of the Judy Blume book “Blubber.” In the beginning, Blubber does a report on whales and how the flenser strips the blubber from whales.
I thought it would be neat if the seller teamed up to sell prints of the ‘shopped version, so I checked out her shop – does anyone else find it odd that she only listed and sold one item?
This would be a more convincing painting if you could see the guy’s eyes and if the expression was one of joy and not sheer horror. It looks as though the baby is eating his head, a fact that did not go unnoticed in the photoshop. A profoundly disturbing and unnatural piece overall.
It’s not just the ring that’s huge. Look at how big Daddy’s hand is in relation to his head. That’s some serious flipper action he’s got going on there.
I just wish Daddy’s fangs were directed a little higher, toward the belly, which is usually where one would make ‘fart/raspberry noises’ to make a baby laugh. The way it is, it’s disturbing in more ways than one
Don’t you know the mutually cannibalistic love between bloated zombie baby and deformed zombie father is the most holy, sacred and innocent love there is?
You’ve crossed the line, Regretsy, you’ve crossed the line. (The line is made from umbilical tube and decorated with vaginas because of it’s links to sacred zombyn-hood)
Plus, it’s actually very easy to find an Esther Williams get-up for a three month old. If you have a hair pie on your head AND face, you get a discount.
at regretsy i feel i have found a home of lots of soul mates with freaky inappropriate sick ass senses of humor and a twisted view of reality that all my co-workers and family members look at in me with horror… GROUP BUTTHURT REPELLANT HUG.
I must now use ‘flensing’ in a sentence today. Use a word 5 times and make it YOURS. I’ve already incorporated butthurt, douchecanoe (and many variations) and so many other words that fit right in to my own language. THANK YOU! I DON’T FEEL LIKE A LONE RABID MOMBIE ANYMORE!
Yes, I agree on the word usage! The other day at work I loved calling a particular time wasting, whining, petulant loser customer a “fucking bag of fucking fucks” so much that I actually went nuts and said it at least 10 times in a row at the top of my lungs. It was empowering and so fucking awesome (except my co-worker was very frightened).
I’ve already incorporated moobs and twat waffles into my daily lingo, with the odd douche canoe, douche nozzle, and douche bomb for variety. I’ve also quit saying metric assload, and now say fuck ton. And I like to refer to flouncing.
Monchhichi Monchhichi
Oh so deviously cuddly
With the fangs in his mouth he’s really neat
Little babies he does eat
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Happy happy Monchhichi!!
It’s hard to understand but this is the ONLY item she has ever sold. It’s also the only item she has ever featured. Her record is 100% positive so I don’t know why all of you haters are so hatey. Which one of you fat jealous losers purchased this about a year ago?
This thing’s going to give me nightmares. For an artist focusing on horror themes, it’s not bad. But THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE. Kill the artist with fire!
“Dearer to me than the evening star
A Packard car
A Hershey bar
Or her bride in her rich adorning
Dearer than any of these by far
Is to lie in bed in the morning”
Helen Killer your sarcastic commentary and lady-like swagger make you a modern day Jean Kerr.
September 24, 2011 at 9:32 am
Dingo: The really, really unknown sixth Beatle?
I know babies’ fingernails are sharp, but I’m pretty sure they stop short of flensing capacity.
September 24, 2011 at 9:38 am
The only reason I know what a flenser does is because of the Judy Blume book “Blubber.” In the beginning, Blubber does a report on whales and how the flenser strips the blubber from whales.
September 24, 2011 at 9:53 am
I’ve long joked that I want to flense the unwanted flesh from my midsection, because, goddamn, that shit is tenacious.
Failing that, I’ve been sorely tempted to employ a Shop Vac and a bendy straw.
September 25, 2011 at 12:06 pm
You too??
but then, another good reason to wear a kilt with high waist and 2″ belt!
September 24, 2011 at 1:00 pm
Well if you thought a flenser was disturbing, here’s what a “Shatser” does:
September 24, 2011 at 9:33 am
I like the fixed version much better, I’d hang that in my living-room (or undead-room).
September 24, 2011 at 9:34 am
It does seem like a good companion piece to, you know, some eyeball Jackson Pollack or a melting cheese Death Star acid trip.
September 24, 2011 at 9:34 am
Yeah, I was just going to ask the price of the second print.
September 24, 2011 at 12:08 pm
I thought it would be neat if the seller teamed up to sell prints of the ‘shopped version, so I checked out her shop – does anyone else find it odd that she only listed and sold one item?
September 24, 2011 at 9:35 am
This would be a more convincing painting if you could see the guy’s eyes and if the expression was one of joy and not sheer horror. It looks as though the baby is eating his head, a fact that did not go unnoticed in the photoshop. A profoundly disturbing and unnatural piece overall.
September 24, 2011 at 10:08 am
I don’t think that he has eyes – the baby gouged them out. That is why he is screaming in pain and trying to bight the baby in self defense.
September 24, 2011 at 9:56 pm
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September 25, 2011 at 1:56 pm
Rats! I saw the ‘bight’ after posting, did serious facepalm, and was hoping people would be too drunk to notice. Curse you and your sobriety!
September 24, 2011 at 10:00 pm
Eh just disregard my last post.. I haven’t gotten into the new bottle yet and I just had to witness a baby eating the brains of daddy eating baby.
I’ve got a weak stomach when sober.
No..wait.. not much different after either.
September 24, 2011 at 9:35 am
I always love the way baby pictures ALWAYS make sure to show a huge wedding ring.
ZOMG you can only make babies if you have da ring!!!!!!eleventy0ne!$#@!!!!
September 24, 2011 at 9:37 am
It’s not just the ring that’s huge. Look at how big Daddy’s hand is in relation to his head. That’s some serious flipper action he’s got going on there.
September 24, 2011 at 9:39 am
LOL…well you know what they say about big hands.
September 24, 2011 at 9:44 am
Big gloves!
September 24, 2011 at 10:06 am
And if you’re a married man you’re not a pedophile. Amiright?!
September 24, 2011 at 11:58 am
they do that on diaper/baby food/cleaning product commercials.. drives me crazy.
September 24, 2011 at 9:36 am
Also, it’s a shame my school district won’t let me teach biology anymore…this would be a great example for “mutualistic relationships.”
Damn you, chemistry…so clinical, so mathematical, so cold…
September 24, 2011 at 10:10 am
And you wonder why they won’t let you teach biology anymore.
September 24, 2011 at 7:03 pm
I think it may have been the incident with my class’s pet chicken trying to eat the entrails of the dissected rat….lol
September 24, 2011 at 9:37 am
I want my baby back baby back baby back…… but baby front is tasty too.
September 24, 2011 at 2:09 pm
Aaaahhh. I laughed so hard at this, regular colored tears came out of my eyes. Now that goddamn commercial is stuck in my head.
September 24, 2011 at 10:02 pm
Chili’s earworm. Priceless! It’s stuck in my head too.. maybe baby can get it out?
September 24, 2011 at 9:39 am
Eating his Brain was her only chance of Survival.
September 24, 2011 at 9:54 am
We’re not unreasonable.
September 24, 2011 at 10:10 am
I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes.
September 24, 2011 at 9:39 am
Not true! Baby fingernails are DANGEROUS! On the plus side, my lasik was covered by insurance.
September 24, 2011 at 9:43 am
That looks more like a middle-aged sunbather than a baby. Which doesn’t really change the level of creepy.
September 24, 2011 at 9:52 am
I just wish Daddy’s fangs were directed a little higher, toward the belly, which is usually where one would make ‘fart/raspberry noises’ to make a baby laugh. The way it is, it’s disturbing in more ways than one
September 24, 2011 at 9:56 am
My God, regretsians, My god.
Don’t you know the mutually cannibalistic love between bloated zombie baby and deformed zombie father is the most holy, sacred and innocent love there is?
You’ve crossed the line, Regretsy, you’ve crossed the line. (The line is made from umbilical tube and decorated with vaginas because of it’s links to sacred zombyn-hood)
September 24, 2011 at 11:11 am
PSHAW! Everybody knows that Undead can’t have babies! That’s why new ones have to be created by the val’kyr.
September 24, 2011 at 7:53 pm
They can if zombified while pregnant-then you get something like this:
September 24, 2011 at 8:07 pm
(Thank you, Zack Snyder, for one of the most hilarious but “What the fuck?”-inducing moments in zombie movie history.)
September 24, 2011 at 11:22 pm
How do they gnaw through the skull to get to the brains without teeth, though? Crowbar-feeding?
September 24, 2011 at 11:23 pm
– OR –
“Now, that’s a placenta of a different color!”
September 24, 2011 at 10:01 am
It’s a Steampunk Zombie painting. Just add some cogs and a Louie Vuitton purse and we’re set!
September 24, 2011 at 10:05 am
September 24, 2011 at 10:08 am
I find this alarming. I find odd things about it alarming: those teeth, that fucking weird hand, the hedgehog on his head…
September 24, 2011 at 10:10 am
“Honey, I munched the kids.”
“That’s OK, there’s another one in the oven.”
September 24, 2011 at 10:13 am
http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/2011/09/23/bun-in-the-oven/
September 24, 2011 at 11:08 am
That’s a gas.
September 24, 2011 at 11:12 am
It’s not even trussed! Some people…
September 24, 2011 at 12:38 pm
Its awesome how many butthurt comments are in that awkwardfamilyphoto link. Good to know holier-than-thous exist other than on Etsy
September 24, 2011 at 10:11 am
Not so much a distant fond memory as deep gut-wrenching despair, by the looks of it.
September 24, 2011 at 10:17 am
I think there need to be two Art categories – maybe Art? and Art. Or Art and PhhhArt. Or Art and Show us You’re Art…
September 24, 2011 at 10:36 am
Well, baby IS The Other White Meat.
Plus, it’s actually very easy to find an Esther Williams get-up for a three month old. If you have a hair pie on your head AND face, you get a discount.
September 24, 2011 at 10:45 am
At least the price is only $25. Not something outrageous like, say, $10,000.
September 24, 2011 at 10:47 am
at regretsy i feel i have found a home of lots of soul mates with freaky inappropriate sick ass senses of humor and a twisted view of reality that all my co-workers and family members look at in me with horror… GROUP BUTTHURT REPELLANT HUG.
I must now use ‘flensing’ in a sentence today. Use a word 5 times and make it YOURS. I’ve already incorporated butthurt, douchecanoe (and many variations) and so many other words that fit right in to my own language. THANK YOU! I DON’T FEEL LIKE A LONE RABID MOMBIE ANYMORE!
September 24, 2011 at 11:08 am
Yes, I agree on the word usage! The other day at work I loved calling a particular time wasting, whining, petulant loser customer a “fucking bag of fucking fucks” so much that I actually went nuts and said it at least 10 times in a row at the top of my lungs. It was empowering and so fucking awesome (except my co-worker was very frightened).
September 24, 2011 at 12:41 pm
Mombie is a word I will now incorporate. I thank you for a word that describes who I am AND how I feel all at once.
September 26, 2011 at 1:51 pm
My kids and their friends have named me The Mombie… I am sure it is meant in a complimentary manner….
September 24, 2011 at 10:03 pm
I’ve already incorporated moobs and twat waffles into my daily lingo, with the odd douche canoe, douche nozzle, and douche bomb for variety. I’ve also quit saying metric assload, and now say fuck ton. And I like to refer to flouncing.
September 24, 2011 at 11:05 am
Ok but in his defense everyone knows baby meat is more tender…
September 24, 2011 at 2:19 pm
I’m thinkin’ he probably wants some hot sauce, too.
September 24, 2011 at 11:13 am
Who thought of painting this awful scene? And why is the baby wearing pieces of yarn as a swim suit?
September 24, 2011 at 11:30 am
Monchhichi Monchhichi
Oh so deviously cuddly
With the fangs in his mouth he’s really neat
Little babies he does eat
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Happy happy Monchhichi!!
September 24, 2011 at 10:12 pm
OMG I HAD ONE AS A KID!! We LOVED them!
Course our’s were minus the fangs and baby intestine hanging from it’s mouth…
September 24, 2011 at 12:01 pm
It’s hard to understand but this is the ONLY item she has ever sold. It’s also the only item she has ever featured. Her record is 100% positive so I don’t know why all of you haters are so hatey. Which one of you fat jealous losers purchased this about a year ago?
What this post needs is —-
September 24, 2011 at 2:21 pm
September 24, 2011 at 3:30 pm
I think it’s even harder to understand how she sold ANY painting.
September 24, 2011 at 12:32 pm
I think every post needs more cowbell!
September 24, 2011 at 12:49 pm
people create strange things in large scale too
September 24, 2011 at 2:22 pm
The jumbo pigeon (we call them flying rats) is a nice touch.
September 24, 2011 at 1:34 pm
Is there anything as sweet as eating a baby? “We have too few of these moments in our lifetimes if you ask me.”
September 24, 2011 at 1:51 pm
That reminds me of the old joke…
Q. What’s the worst thing about eating vegetables?
A. The wheelchair
September 24, 2011 at 1:55 pm
*sigh* everyone knows the recipes call for fetus. Will people never get this right??
September 24, 2011 at 2:22 pm
With a side of placenta. With okra.
September 24, 2011 at 2:03 pm
I wonder if this was the inspiration behind the song “Butterfly Kisses.”
September 24, 2011 at 4:51 pm
This thing’s going to give me nightmares. For an artist focusing on horror themes, it’s not bad. But THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE. Kill the artist with fire!
September 24, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Why is that potato in a bikini?
September 24, 2011 at 9:55 pm
“Dearer to me than the evening star
A Packard car
A Hershey bar
Or her bride in her rich adorning
Dearer than any of these by far
Is to lie in bed in the morning”
Helen Killer your sarcastic commentary and lady-like swagger make you a modern day Jean Kerr.
September 26, 2011 at 9:14 am
I’ll take a copy of that second one, where do I sign??