I'm forever looking for the ultimate deal online. So far, I haven't found it. So, when I clicked on a link for an iPhone 4G for only $43.14 or whatever the "too-good-to-be-true" price was supposed to be, I wanted to see wazzup. My clickishness brought me to nomorerack.com. which, you will notice, does not even rate a hyperlink from me. Give you an example - ladies' cargo pants - $15!!! Wow!!! Like a lady never heard of Target. C'mon, puhleez.
But I stray.
What I did find was this:
Yes, good friends and kind guests, that's a toy ATM.
An ATM. For kids. To learn about money. An ATM. Made of plastic.
WTF happened to piggy banks? ATMs? Really?
And it's not the only style. Even Hammacher Schlemmer, purveyor of crap for insanely rich people, have (has?) a model.
Yeah, it's a thing. And, for once. I'm speechless.
My highly skewed (don't snicker) exposition on becoming a whole person after the epiphany of a lifetime as well as general observations on the tiny slice of the universe that I deftly inhabit.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Happy Freaking Easter!
Yes, this crazed balloon bunny perfectly illustrates the true spirit of Easter. Except for the impromptu orange penis. I guess he was delivering the eggs for those yummy Omelette Favorites. Hollandaise, anyone?
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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