Where do all the jerks with lisps hang out on a Friday night? On Athol Street, of course.
I admit, I've been spending a lot of time on Athol Street myself these days. Granted, I don't have a lisp, but I do have a speech impediment (in my own way) that seems to get worse with each passing year. You see, I don't seem to finish words ending in -ing. Instead, I say things like drivin' or cryin'. This isn't good, my friends. I will pretend that this is why I've been away from the blog for a better part of a month, you know, getting speech therapy and all, but in reality I have been more speechless than anything. Speaking of assholes...
What the hell is up with this mug!? I mean, yea, we've all seen some sort of kitschy bare bum mug in our travels, I'm sure your perverted grandpa has one kicking around his place. But a mug with a bare bum and a...
Swinging ceramic penis on a metal post!?
What the hell is this guy up to!? Is he a Greek God!?
I love finds like these. In fact, I would love to decorate my whole house with things like this. Screw rustic modern mid century minimalist industrial shabby bleak stinky rotten poopy doopy decor. I want this weirdness in my house because who will ever be able to say, "Hey, I have that same Greek God with a swinging ceramic penis too!" That's it people. We need more absurdity in our homes instead of Eames fucking chairs and strategically designed wooden spoons. I'm all for the LolDecor™!
