Because that’s what every woman needs to wear when she’s making dinner and cleaning the house, a freaking corset.
And yes, the lady in the jester apron is smoking a cigarette. I guess she needs to take the edge off of life when wearing an elf’s collar around her waist.
Guy on left: “It’s OK, Brian. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Hell, if anything, you should be proud of its size!”
Guy on right: “Yeah, man. If I had one that big, I’d be telling everyone about it. It’s a blessing and you should own it like the boss you are!”
Guy in middle: “Aww come on guys! It’s not that big. I mean, sure a lot of people have enjoyed it, and I’ve never had a complaint, but honestly, it just feels weird to have an Olympic-sized pool in the backyard.”
Guy on left: “Your pool? Oh, is that what we’re talking about?”
Guy on right: “Goddammit, Dave. Could you not be a pervert for like five minutes?”
Boy 1: “No Suzy, You use the blocks like this. One is for standing on and the other goes on your head. See.”
Girl 1: “OK OK, But I wanna try next. You’ve been playing with them all day!! I wanna be a block sandwich for a little while!!”
Boy 2: “What on Earth…”
Girl 2: “Ignore them, Henry. I have a feeling those two have been dipping in the Kool-Aid packets again.
OMG, look at their faces!
Their expressions are less, “Loving Family,” and more, “I wonder what the dog would taste like with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”
Damn Barbie! You been riding the Tour de France? What’s with them thighs?
I mean, I get that you’re depressed because you have to teach class in the world’s most boring school room, but you might want to ease up on the weight training, sweetie.
Now I can be warm AND look like a complete idiot when riding my snowmobile – all while enjoying the simple comfort that only a bulky, quilted jumpsuit could give.
YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!
I think you mean “Continent-specific animals that are more than likely thinking of ways to end your life.” Because everything in ‘Straya with four legs and/or feathers is either trying to kill you or currently reveling in your demise.
Also, no red-back spider; no sale!