“Please kill me!” say the strange Ugly Balls of Ratty Twine.
“Help, I can’t get out of the eighties,” opine the rattan/wicker “Indoor/Outdoor/Everywhere” chairs.
“I wish someone would recycle my shit but I’d hate to fuck up the environment even more,” pleads the “Wall Art.”
“Why am I alive?” shrieks Satan’s Candle Holder
“Hey! We’re in the Oregon
“We honestly don’t know what we’re doing here on God’s green earth” call out a Metallic Sac of Horrible Little Balls.




You forgot the pear-scented candles.
Posted by: hughster65 | May 07, 2008 at 07:22 PM