The boy wanted Saltwater Taffy. “No, that’s GIRL candy! They chew on it and play with their hair, pick something else.” I had never been so bamboozled nor heard anything so bizarre.
Saw this at Target just the other day. His big sister grabbed a Barbie. One of the big fancy Disney Barbies. Mom said it was his turn to pick something out. He went for a Barbie (presumably wanting to be cool like his big sister but he went to a different kind of Barbie so he wasn’t copying her) but NOPE! Mom grabbed his hand and said “No that’s a girl toy go pick out a boy toy.”
Yeah. Because your son playing with a Barbie doll is just the WORST THING he could ever do.
The table under the journal is lacquered with ants.
The person holding the skull-creamed coffee paints the underside of their nails. Either that or their natural nails grow red.
The journal’s writing, intentionally made hard to read and partially obscured, is somewhat of a cheat to all the things amiss in the scene. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4372574544) I can make out: “… and eyeball … have to think he is less strange than the horrifying creature that seems to have inhabited the cabinet behind him … all tentacles and teeth … (obscured by cup) … Where in the world can be found such nightmares?!”
Reblogging for the correct source (I didn’t even notice the OP wasn’t the artist oops).
There’s a second one, and there’s even more in this
AAAHH, cool, but AAAAAHHHH
funny, thats the same thing the guy in the elevator said