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Bowling for Poop!
“No, no, NO, Luke. You’re supposed to crawl INSIDE the Tauntaun, not WEAR its INSIDES.” >_<
“It’s warmer that way and really doesn’t smell that much worse.”
I’m going to have to let that digest for a moment.
I almost thought this was kind of funky and cute, until I read that pretentious quote.
I know, I was thinking, “not too bad”, then saw the quote, and the price.
However, “ready to ship”!
Yep, looks like something that’s already passed, possibly in a horrific mauling accident. And judging from the lumpy quality of those presumably spilled intestines, it does look like something was soon to arrive.
Speaking as a novice knitter, it even looks like a PITA to make. Unless she just knit long skinny strips and then stitched them together randomly.
So it’s ugly, non-functional, difficult to create, expensive, and pretentious.
If it smells bad, she’ll have hit every point she needs to collect to make it to Etsy’s front page.
If she ups the price by $100+ it’ll show up there next week. Bonus points if it gets tagged ELECTION ROMNEY OBAMA HURRICANE SANDY STEAMPUNK
Don’t forget LOVECRAFTIAN CTHULHU ELDRITCH ABOMINATION DISNEY PRINCESS
Is it wrong that that’s something I’d really like to see?
“Princess Azathoth just wants to be like every other girl. Problem is, she’s 900 years old and has tentacles coming out of her face. But with the help of her plucky squid friend and some terrified humans, she teaches the Outer Gods to make a change and emerges from the sea for the first time to fulfill her destiny and destroy the Eastern Seaboard!”
Disney presents: the Little Lovecraft. In theaters June 2013.
And don’t miss “Shoggoths On Ice!”
Manifesting – Christmas 2013!
One show only, but it’s gonna be a doozy!
SOMEBODY PUT THIS ON KICKSTARTER PLEASE
100% with you on that one. I saw it and thought, “Hey, not too bad! Worn over a dark long sleeve shirt, this might actually look kinda trendy…then I read the caption.
As with the ten euro glinger, the most offensive thing about this thing is the price.
This shawl “speaks to the soul of that which has already passed.” = My dog ate my mustard colored sweater.
This shawl “speaks to the soul of…that which is soon to arrive.” = My paypal payment from a douche.
Or maybe the “soon to arrive” is the puked up, partially digested sweater.
Perfect! I’ve searched everywhere for something to wear on my fishing trawler during the tricky transitional season.
If you fell overboard wearing that, we’d have to call you Annette.
Is that thing dolphin-safe? It’s definitely not Hipster safe.
oh, i can see a hipster stuck in the webbing, now. The horned rim glasses are ironically snagged on a fibrous noodle, rendering the Hipster immobile. Glasses askew, chain on belt seems to be dangerously close to coming in contact with the noodles of captivity, and yet the Hipster can not see to remedy the situation. They rub their goatee for lucky, then text an SOS message to the nearest pack of Hipsters hoping that someone will be willing to sacrifice the ridicule of being, gasp… “helpful.” What’s a Hipster to do….?
I would so tuna into that TV show.
This reminds me, I have some leftover stroganoff.
BRB, Lunch Time!
‘kay, I’m back.
Oh, is this still here?
Still here and still as useful as turd proof toilet paper.
I didn’t know a sweater could suffer from prolapse.
Is there an Etsy treasury yet for things that could easily have been used as hostile life-forms on Star Trek?
“The Rigellian Web Snake waits in trees for unsuspecting people in red shirts to pass underneath, and then envelopes them in fashion and also acidic secretions.”
Has someone been watching the Star Trek movie marathon on IFC? I know I have
I don’t know what Huge Hefner saw in her.
You got it in one!
That’s what she said!
It took alot of guts to put that up for sale.
I’m not sure what this entrails for the future of fashion.
I’m betting it’ll eviscerate the competition at Fashion Week.
They’ll stool be talking about it next year.
I hear Colon Farrell wears one.
Haute Couture, meet Haute Colonic
General Colon Powell uses it for camoflauge!
I have the intestinal fortitude to wear this.
It makes me want to digest thinking about this.
On second thought, I can’t really stomach it.
(oh, and apologies. I thought of something and posted it higher in the thread and see that you replied here with the same thing I posted – only before me!)
Don’t worry, I’m sure the feeling will pass.
I just cramp do it.
Maybe she could offer it in a stomach acid wash.
I think she already makes “Bile Blankets” that have an interesting look/feel/smell to them.
Aren’t those called “discomforters”?
This is going to be the main costume piece for my educational series, “Game of Crohn’s: You Wear Nasty Ponchos or You Die.” I FINALLY have something I can point to that explains it for me!
♪ ♫ On top of old Etsy
All covered in fleas
I’d give my last bong hit
To dirty hippies ♪ ♫
They coughed and they sputtered,
and then ‘came quite cross,
Cuz instead of the kind herb,
I let them smoke moss!
Have some Pop Tarts and pass the bowl.
What a perfect Gift of Spite for the holidays. Does your passive agressive side want to come out to play?
nothing says ‘Season’s Fuckin’ Greetings’ quite like a giant knot of handmade noodles. And Good Luck with that Grandma.
You know what I would pay $128 for? That manniquin.
That nice vintage black velvet manniquin with what appears to be original wooden topper and inlaid connector.
But no, they are not selling the nice vintage manniquin, but what appears to be the rotting corpse of Squidward.
It looks as though they’ve decapitated the mannequin and replaced its head with the wooden salad bowl dildo.
You know someone at Etsy just said, “Hmmm, wooden salad bowl dildo” and went back into their workshop.
I curse you!
From what I’ve read, her design process is a lot like throwing spaghetti against a mannequin to see what sticks.
Finally, all the spaghetti strap, none of the gown.
Or as Crow put it on MST3K, “Oh look! It’s a gownless evening strap!”
One time I fed my cat spaghetti and it didn’t sit well so she threw up something that looked kind of like this shawl.
When I went back and read my post… I heard Ralph Wiggums voice….
“My cat’s breath smells like cat food.” “Do you like stuff? “
and i heard Allyson Hannigan in American Pie “And this one time, at band camp we ate a rotting squid carcass and threw it up all over each other.”
Do these innards draped around my neck make me look fat?
Does paying 128.00 for it make me look stupid?
“There is something about these cobweb shawls that speaks to the intelligence of the sucker who has just purchased one and those who are soon to purchase one.”
I think I am learning that when a description includes… “of that which” or “that which is” they really mean, “I don’t fucking know either… I just make this shit.”
The math is clever, but until I saw Crochet’s equation, I thought it looked like snakes. Probably, I have been watching too many SyFy Original Movies. Either way, it ain’t cobwebs.
“Shawl scarf poncho wrap”. Four nouns in search of a garment. This will go perfectly with my chemise leg-warmer hat overalls, and my crampon tutu muumuu undershirt. Perfect ensemble the next time I go on a hang-glide/snowshoe/pinochle/breast-enlargement party with the guys.
the perfect thing to wear with skants, too.
You start with that poncho and you end up looking like this a few years later:
Also doubles as a survivalist throwing-net to take down animals and thwart the enemy.
Speaks to the soul of that which has already BEEN passed
-there, fixed it
I suddenly want to eat more Kale.
I want the eat more kale hippy lady to have this photoshopped onto her.. someone make this happen.
You’re right. It’s a perfect fit. I see a profitable fashion industry in the near future.
It’s like the noodles are “interpreting” her dreads. Maybe they will all morph together into a knot of ironic compost.
All we have to do is put some distressed barnwood behind her and she’ll officially be Hippie Jesus.
I’m very impressed with this ‘shop and especially that you took care to have at least one nipple still making its presence known.
Damn, I didn’t notice till you pointed it out.
That’s some pro photoshopping right there.
Nobody smuggles anything past me. Not so much as a raisin.
Nothing escapes your eagle eyes, not even if concealed behind trees, hidden under clothes, camouflaged by golden knitted intestines…
This reminds me of season one of the Walking Dead where they had to cover themselves in zombie guts to escape Atlanta.
“We need more ponchos.”
“Whoa there! You can’t just mix up Latino and Asian guts together like that and have it be believable! They may be undead but Atlanta had a sophisticated restaurant scene. OK, fine, just slather yourself in BBQ sauce to mask the disparate ingredients then, you stupid donkey!”
Looks like a dog’s dinner then, yeah?
Sorry, I gotta take this caul.
I remembrane when you used to think cauls were natal that important, Mel. What happened?
I don’t know. It was like talus, man.
It’s fun to remeniscus, isn’t it?
Let’s don’t talk about the battle of Carthilage.
Oh yes, the terrible defeet that presaged Wounded Knee.
Pat, tell us.
I can see a bin of this type of thing in the corner of any Goodwill store. All sad and alone… a bin of noodles that even Grandma didn’t want.
With kids and hipsters standing around daring each other to touch it.
I’d buy it all. Best present ever for a cat. Ball of yarn and mouse guts all rolled into one.
Rasta Man, throw up.
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