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.”
I’ll leave it to you to figure out what this is an ad for.
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.
OK, so I’m late to this party. That’s because I’ve been busy. Also because nobody invites me to parties anymore, so I have to crash them and then I drink all the booze and yell at people, which is why nobody invites me to parties. None of that is true. Anymore. Except the part about me being late to the party, and being busy.
They call that a LEDE, people. Look it up. It’s a writing term.
This guy claims to have invented a pill that makes your farts smell like roses or chocolate.
According to The Telegraph, a Frenchman named Christian Poincheval has developed a range of pills aimed at making people’s flatulence smell sweeter that he says will make the perfect Christmas present.
They’re apparently made of “100 percent natural ingredients such as fennel, seaweed and blueberries.”
You can buy them online at pilulepet.com, where they retail for €9.99 euros for a jar of 60.
“Mr Poincheval said he came up with the idea for the pills one evening when he was enjoying a hearty meal with some friends.
“Our farts were so smelly we were nearly suffocated. Something had to be done,” he said.
So he began researching natural ingredients that would reduce flatulence and after months of experimentation came up with the recipe for his pills.
He has been selling the pills since 2006 and says he sells several hundred a month.” (The Telegraph)
The part that stands out most about this story for me is who farts at the dinner table??? Yeesh. That’s disgusting.
Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce….
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.