Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Barbie Goes Stag


That's right, Barbie. They are all talking about you. You have no date to the prom and you lost the title of prom queen. They're all gonna laugh at you. Now's the time to break out that bucket of pig's blood.

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste


The girls simultaneously lost their minds at the exact same time, part 2! (FYI: This is now my favorite "theme" among pattern folk, so I'm sure I'll be slightly obsessive over posting more "I lost my mind" patterns! Deal.)

I'd know it was her if she was wearing roller skates..

Tootie? Is that you?

Attack of the 50 Foot Lobster Girls

Cursed with Lobster Hands.. or just givin' it a Trekkie Wave?

Friday, May 15, 2009



"You are so busted! I totally just saw what you did back there!"

Boating with the Enemy


"As soon as the photographer's back is turned, you are so getting your skinny ass thrown overboard. We should have gone boating ages ago!"

"Ha ha, that's a good one. Not if your dumb ass gets thrown in first, bitch. I'm so glad we're friends!"

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Be Afraid. Be VERY Afraid.

Traumatize your children by letting them dress like freaks.

Pull my finger

*Make Your Own Instruments- Kids' Favorite!


*Instructions for making your own instruments not included. Studies have shown that 9 out of 10 kids dislike this project more than any others listed in the book, including "Paint Your Own Thermos" and "How to Tie a Balloon to a Cardboard Van Made from a Tissue Box."

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Monday, May 4, 2009

Go, go Gadget arm!


It's time for Guess the Illusion! To whom does the hand hovering above Miss Brown Dress's shoulder belong?! Could it be Miss Striped Dress playing the old "tap on your should and act like it wasn't me who did it" prank? Or does Miss Green Dress have a freakishly long left arm?!

On a similar note: either Miss Brown Dress is an amputee with magic hovering skills, or the illustrator couldn't be bothered to finish and is a lazy bastard. Your call.