How odd.

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In my continuing attempt to bring you all the weirdest products and gift ideas on the planet … may I introduce the raindrop cake?

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Imagine serving that at your next dinner party.

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My mind is apparently a very dark place, because when I first saw this picture? I didn’t think mountain climbing.

Nope. Not even close.

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I’ll say this just once. If you’re buying me a birthday gift? A Christmas gift? Or worse yet a wedding anniversary gift? It had better not be a box of vegetables.

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And if you do, this product might be coming your way shortly after.

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32 thoughts on “How odd.”

  1. Surely you were not thinking chastity belt of some kind! I’ll pretend you were thinking it was a belt for carrying necessities at a nudist colony. For anything else it looks horribly uncomfortable

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  2. Yeah..that thing may be for climbing, but it has nothing to do with a mountain. That teardrop looks like a large contact lens. Can you schedule a baby shower before you order the veggies? If so, bring lots of whine…er…wine…..

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  3. Everything has a price but the box, half full of crap I wouldn’t feed somebody’s noisy dog, let alone eat myself. I understand the concept of seasonal fruits and vegetables, but I have never seen them offered up like the catch of the day.
    I’m fairly certain the harness is for rappelling. I can, however, see how this unit could be useful (And amusing) in, shall we say, a dark place? Can you get it in black?

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  4. * Raindrop cake … looks like a breast implant.
    * Climbing harness … as an official fan of playing around with the primal urges, we may have gone to the same place.
    * The vegetables … I am surrounded by truck farmers.
    * The finger … hardly original. Was called the flying finger of fate …

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      1. I was talking about the finger, even though they are all worthy in their own way. My dad would have brought a cake, but he was travelling on a ship; and after three months of liberty ports between Guam and Charleston, a rat wouldn’t eat it.
        Breasts. I really can’t say enough good things about them, but, due to the tyrannical Mammary Importation act of 1966, my dad couldn’t bring me a pair of boobies to stare at when I was supposed to be doing my homework. We were both very disappointed. Probably for the best. If he came rolling in with a pair of bresseses in his sea bag, I’m sure my mom would have slapped the taste clean out of his mouth.
        All that leaves is the finger, which I proudly offer to the world, but not you. No finger for you.
        My finger is made of teak, and I would hazard a guess that Rusty’s is too, but that’s not important. The finger is one of the worlds great labor-saving devices. Why sit around for forty five minutes composing, editing and proofreading a blog post when the finger can summarize your deepest feelings with a flick of the wrist? The “Finger” is more like an idol, an obeisance to its awesome power.
        Now I’m inspired. Stay tuned.

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  5. I’ll gladly take any vegetable box gifts you get–I LOVE vegetables!!
    Mushrooms and onions on pizza–carrots in carrot cake–stuffed baked potatoes/tomatoes/peppers–the list is endless!!!

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  6. OK we’re posting all this innuendo about this harness, but really we’re just splashing our toes in the water. Well get outta the way, because here’s the greasy tacky innuendo you didn’t want to read. Read it anyway, it will be good for your growth and personal development.
    Here goes: This harness is for rappelling, which is different from climbing. When you’re climbing, you’re going up. CANNONBALL!
    Thanks a lot, I’m here all week. And don’t be stingy with your server’s tip.

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