Tag Archives: mummies

Etsy, I hardly knew you.

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A few years ago I was mindlessly cruising the internet and discovered Etsy. There are some fabulous jewelry designers selling on that platform and I fell down the rabbit hole quite quickly. Falling can be dangerous, not to mention expensive… so I make a point of avoiding it now.

Until Facebook decided I needed to go back and purchase this rather strange assortment of items.

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Um… no.

If I can’t have an authentic mummified head from the Ptolemaic dynasty? No fully toothed polymerised head will do.

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For the love of all that’s holy, no.

What the utter f*ck!

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Interesting, but alas we have already built our man cave bar. For considerably fewer thousands.

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All season cat shelter?

It’s a Rubbermaid tub with holes. I’ll pass.

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Sure. Nothing could go wrong here.

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Support your carefree jumping youngster with two eyelet hooks that are already splitting the wallboard.

No problem there.

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Stiff…. Part 4.

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Yes, your favorite series about dead bodies is back.

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And today’s chapter is aptly named…

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Let’s dig in, shall we?

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You have to wonder what genius first came up with that idea.

“Hmm… what should we do with great Uncle Mortimer’s remains? I know! Let’s cover him in honey and bring a chunk of his thigh to the next neighborhood potluck.”

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Honeyed urine and poop. I’m beginning to notice a trend here….

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Mummies cure farting?

You heard it here first people.

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A wandering uterus is a terrible thing…. but I would think using dung to coax it back in place would have the opposite effect, as in “Hell no Mabel. I’m outta here!”

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