Get your poop on
Wear this shit…if you want to.
Products
Here’s one for summer
Plague-a-licious!
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Stay moist this summer.
Is it summertime?
Not quite. It will rain heavy soon enough.
Oh! It’s a plague, darling!
Whatever shall we do?
Bigfoot, beer and babies
An obvious combination.
Easter egg remnants
The shell remains.
Six feet below. Six feet above.
Fresh for spring.
Loved-up in the most morbid of manners
The love of the macabre.
Plagued by feelings of love
Embracing the sickness.
Embrace da evils
Santa departs. Satan enters.
It’s time for trash
Get your garb.
It’s a pumkpin kind of magic
But look at their range!
Smell that?
There’s so much of it about.
Praise be. It’s your birthday.
No offence intended.
Not funny any more
When the laughter stops.