At large: a serial killer of urinals.
Okay… so this is just fucking scummy. Some dick bought these figures, stole the guns from them (as if enough figures don’t come with guns that a dedicated collector would have more than a few extras lying around), and returned them with those stickers in place to hide the theft. Who the hell even keeps stickers around for that purpose? Ugh.
My friends are amazing at Cards Against Humanity
I’ve never posted anything that deserved to go more viral than this.
That card came up once when I was playing; I won the round with “Some fucked up shit.” XD
It’s a TMNT gift basket… and yet, despite being a huge TMNT fan, I can’t see myself being excited to receive any of this shit. I wouldn’t have wanted it even as a kid.
Don’t cry, son. Grandma meant well.
Check it out: a Hungry Hungry Hippos knockoff in the Walmart Easter section! This product’s called “Ball Hogs”… which would be super clever if those things were pigs. They’re not.
At least I’m pretty sure they’re not.
They look kinda like gators… but I don’t think they’re gators, either.
I don’t know what the hell they are.
Whoa… an actual Scary-Crayon update?! It must be Valentine’s Day!!!
In Crayon Poetry Corner #15 — a poem titled "to kiss Donatello" — we join a woman as she reflects on her upbringing and memories of the TMNT. There aren’t any NSFW images, but you should probably expect weird looks from your boss if he/she reads over your shoulder. Also, those people giggling at the water cooler and pointing in your direction? Yeah, you won’t be imagining that, either.
But you can imagine other things. ;D