- Submitted by Stephanie Barnes

Oh, honey. If you had a beer can, you wouldn’t need this pillow.

Oh, I get it! It’s better than a real woman because it doesn’t have a head and can’t talk, Really funny shit. Well you know what? I might have a head, but at least my vagina’s big enough to keep the remote in.

Perhaps I’ve said too much.

His name is Barry, he is a pillow
With polyfil inside his face, stopping right around his waist
He will just sit there, right on the sofa
And when you sit to watch The View, he will sit and watch it too
And in the candle glow, he’ll be your half stuffed beau
What goes on when you turn the lights out
We don’t need to know

Oh your special lady will love this! Well, when she wakes up, I mean.

You know, nothing says, “I’ll bang anything” quite like a couple of giant silk screened condom wrappers on your bed. Oh, It might not be as elegant as a Sparkletts dispenser full of Astroglide, but compared to the Hefty bags full of scat porn in your living room, it’s practically poetry.

-Submitted by Lisa

I don’t know when the uterus become such a popular motif for crafters, but this place is crawling with them. Pillows, mugs, T-shirts . . . even celebrity inspired uterus dolls, which one can never have enough of. This seller (who also offers “classy” panties with a uterus on the front) describes this pillow as “big, squishy and ready to hang out on your couch!”. Which is so much like my own uterus, it’s scary.