Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
Just so you know, in order to compensate for the vast, dire heap of twaddle that is my so-called existence, I have fancy pens on my desk (e.g. bejeweled, marabou-bedecked, some impaling wee furry animals – those are obscene in a cute kind of way – several furry AND bendable AND unusually long, one that talks…).
I have several of these, in fact.
And these.
OOOOOOH! I don’t have this…
But I don’t want this. It makes me sad.
Pam
September 19th, 2003 at 3:21 pm
That poop pen is like those poop clocks some twist sells at the Quilted Bear on 72nd. Not to be sexist (but to be sexist), I can’t imagine that a woman made those poop clocks. It had to be her husband who made them then had her sell them at the crafters mart because no one at Sportsman’s Warehouse wanted them.
Kate
September 23rd, 2003 at 7:45 pm
They have a FECAL TIMEPIECE???
I’m afraid, but I am compelled by grossly morbid curiosity to ask, which part is the poop? It couldn’t be ENTIRELY of feces. Perhaps a poop second or minute hand?