‘Tis the season for it, you know. As always, I kept the camera phone at the ready in case of merchandise greatness. And by greatness, I often mean, WTF?
Off we go:
Here are a couple leftovers from Halloween–I’ve been meaning to do a shopping post for a while.
Aw. Lookit the kewt baybeeees!
Such a nice smile!
When you walk past the picture and look at it, they turn into Linda Blair’s evil love children:
Ahhhh! Please don’t eat my face, babies!
Candy Corn. You either love it or hate it. I’m a lover. I don’t, however buy “America’s #1″ candy corn:
Because it isn’t even made in America.
I’mma call you #2
Still have Christmas shopping to do? Here’s one for the cook in your life: Salt and, um magic (I think we’re all hoping it’s pepper in there. Or at least some mind-altering dust to make the meal seem like it’s better than it really is) wands help to make dinnertime magical again. I’d be waving madly, hoping it turned the meal into something edible.
*POOF!* Dinner’s served!
Looking for a cuddly stufftie for someone in your life? How about a plush representation of a cavity?
Seems like a happy enough guy. Must be all that candy corn he’s been enjoying.
Is that special someone on your list more into communicable diseases? Then this one’s for you. Chicken pox you can snuggle with at night. Precious, no? Name your bacteria/disease. They’ve made it a plushie.
Is anyone else hungry for eggs all of a sudden?
I’m all about the French Bulldogs right now, so when I saw this Frenchie lamp, I
had to let you know I’d like it capture it so you could enjoy it as well:
Frenchie in a frame!
No need to put a picture in this one. Cuteness included.
Speaking of dogs, don’t forget your furry friends this holiday season. We all know female dogs want to dress like skanky women do for Halloween, right? I give you Slutty Santa Paws!
I’m giggling picturing a Boxer wearing this.
Here’s a dog I see now and again in the parking lot of the supermarket. There used to be two of them in there. I don’t know if the other one died of natural causes or if this one ate it. I drove by slowly one day when Schmoopy was in the car, because I thought maybe they’d like to see each other. Riiiight. Cujo tried to lurch out of the truck and have a Schmoopy sandwich for lunch.
“That’s right, betch. Move it along and nobody gets mauled.”
Shopping for Hanukkah? No prob:
This is just strange. Like boxing elves or or something.
Okay, so this has nothing to do with anything, but who cares? It’s kitteh in a bag!
Everyone loves kitteh in a bag!
For the geetar enthusiast in your life who likes to mix things up (note the card holding them is an amp that I’m pretty sure goes to 11):
Who knew they made so many gifts for guitar lovers. I didn’t see one accordian cooking utensil. That’s just wrong. (Love the “Rockin’ Fork” to the left of this thing, too.)
Is this thing grate, or what? Get it? Grate? Thanks. I’ll be here all week.
Some may find gift cards to be impersonal and lacking in effort, but this one? Best. Gift card. Ever.
Why, yes, Staples. That certainly was easy. It was also full of the awesome.
Shop on, wombat buddies!