This classic timeless shirt is patterned with the poop emoji. Created by Betabrand, it retails online for $79.20, and also has matching shoes.
Lightweight cotton with custom poo-emoji print.
Textured faux-shell buttons.
Left-side chest pocket.
Machine wash cold, line dry.
Successfully funded on Feb 05, 2015.
Made in San Francisco.
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My daughter has this singing Cookie Monster doll that won’t shut up after you press the talk button, which happens by accident all the time, like you step on it, or the cat lies down on it, or you take the talking box thing out and shove it in a drawer then you forget about it and shove something else into that same drawer in the middle of the night and SET OFF THE MOTHERFRAKKING COOKIE MONSTER AGAIN WAKING UP THE KID AND GODAMMITSOMUCH.
I hate that doll.
I might like it a bit better if it said things like this. I said MIGHT. I’m not good at hypotheticals.
This is Game of Throne Monopoly, which is coming out some time in the future of this year, and which, according to the HBO website features “infamous locations from the original dramatic television series, including Castle Black, Winterfell and King’s Landing.”
Do they really mean “infamous” or is that just a misuse of “famous?” I can’t actually tell here.
Anyway, players will “players will buy, sell and trade their way to sit atop the Iron Throne,” and “Collectible tokens include: Dragon Egg, Three-Eyed Raven, White Walker, Direwolf, Crown and The Iron Throne,” while, “Custom Villages and Keeps replace traditional Houses and Hotels.”
I assume jail will be one of Lysa Arryn’s sky cell things. I probably won’t play because I get bored playing Monopoly, and also CRAZY competitive, which is kind of a weird combination. And I have literally never won a game of Monopoly in my life. I hate Monopoly. But, you know, you might want to play. So, FYI.
I’ve been a fan of this guy Dave for a while now, and the level of that fandom just jumped even higher. I love this. If I were 20 years younger and single I’d have a crush.
Hanukkah just got real up in this piece. I need this toy right now, to go with my Ludacrismas presents. Because we’re a dual faith household. OK, that didn’t work so well but I am pressed for time. Big Daddy Candy Kanes? Oy. Even worse. Never mind. I’ll leave it to the professionals.
Like artist artist Hannah Rothstein who created the Dr. Dreidel. Its conception needs no explanation, natch.
According to her website:
“Each Dr. Dre face has been carefully chosen to correlate with the ‘aftermath’ of the dreidel’s spin.
- ג Gimmel, ‘take all,’ is a dreidel player’s dream. It gets a thumbs up from a happy Dr. Dre.
- ה Hay, ‘take half,’ is no reason to party, but isn’t too shabby, hence the mildly smug portrait or Dr. Dre.
- נ Nun, ‘nothing happens,’ is a boring outcome. A dead-pan Dr. Dre affirms this.
- ש Shin, ‘put one in,’ is pretty depressing; the dreidel player loses an M & M or other such playing piece. But shins are seldom a chronic problem in dreidel. Dr. Dre’s definitely overreacting.”
Speaking of butts, someone is selling Glitter Pills on Etsy. They’re supposed to make you poop glitter, apparently, but they’re not supposed to make you poop glitter because you’re not supposed to take them. You’re just supposed to look a them and think “Haha. Those pills would make me poop glitter but swallowing glitter would be dangerous, so I’ll just look at them.” Some people probably take them anyway. But you shouldn’t. Don’t take the glitter pills.
From the site: “this item is not meant for consuption, and is only intened for decorative purposes and are not edible, store is not responsible for any misuse of product.” (Typos theirs)
Another way to poop glitter is to becomes a burlesque performer. All the burlesque ladies wind up pooping glitter after performances. It’s a hazard of the trade.
Here are 100 years of beauty in one minute. It’s pretty neat and doesn’t take much time to watch. I miss the 1980s.
Pot vending machine needs your drivers license. Dispenses “pot products.” Then this report degenerates into caviar and night crawlers. I dunno.
You’ve already seen this, right?
My husband sent it to me months ago and I was so busy watching it 27 times that I forgot to post it.
Anyway, in case you haven’t seen it…
* I’m kidding. I’m pretty sure Fitty isn’t actually involved here.
Because you know how when you listen to Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” and you get to the drum fill you always think “Man, I wish this was a half hour long!”