








I still feel the spider takes the cake. There are bears, too, but I don't have the stomach to tell the tale. Go see for yourself.
I still feel the spider takes the cake. There are bears, too, but I don't have the stomach to tell the tale. Go see for yourself.
Imagine, if you will, the tiny little immigrant woman, stitching day into night and night into day, on tiny little down coats for bears. How does she not kill herself, how does she look into her own eyes!?!?!?!? Well ... I guess if my family got free soy no-whip lattes every hour on the hour, even I could be a whore for the Bad Guy.
Onward. Astute Armageddon-spotter Lee Ann sent me these two items.
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Wait, let me catch my breath.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! What the blue hell is that thing?!? A doll, baby bear thing. You know I love dolls, right? I mean ... I just ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm having involuntary spasms and urine leakage. I gotta go cry somewhere.
Teddy Bear as Centaur!
and it's made of alpaca fur!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
New reader Phytheas Bear spotted this abomination at one of the Wormholes to the Underworld. I am fairly certain this site is going to give me enough TBDOA material to post every day until Christmas.
Monkey sees TBDOA!
Knowing TBDOA exist is one thing; seeing the evidence firsthand is quite another. Here, Monkey and I were having lunch atop the Pru in Boston, browsing a touring booklet. Imagine our dismay when we discovered that Teddy Bears Dressed as Lobsters had invaded even this most beautiful place! :: shudder ::