My friend felted the dog fur into a sweater for her hairless cat. Felters truly are the trash goblins of the art world.

Every. Time.

Make it 25 and a brooding were-spider pharmacist into shibari.

My cousin got a vasectomy. I’m basted and ready to be stuffed.

I’d be happy if they just stayed out of the bike lanes.

Yes. I prefer boulder trends.

Beauty is pain. Fashion favors the bold.

1976, chimps crack open the spring runway season with rustic grass earings, embracing eco-design.

1978, Vultures, unlikely contenders in the birdsphere, shock the fashion world by plunging themselves headfirst, literally, into colour.

Then, after four long years of (shocker) decorator crabs dominating the covers, the orcas, just when we thought the monochrome mammals had nothing new to offer, seize our fall lineup with dead salmon helmets. A statement on the cold war? On Vietnam? The rapidly decaying environment? The orcas refused to comment.

Chimps, forgotten but not forgetting, know they need to step up if they’re going to make waves again. Beauty is pain. Fashion favors the bold.

Is that theyman junior developer wearing a tube sock with straps?

This could be about Ubik.

I thought he was arisen from the bread.

That’s why we have unleavened bread during passover.

I can fix him.

Yes, but it’s impolite to jerk off with your bankruptcy advisor unless you ask first.

Relevant:

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2024/06/240613161147.htm

Just checking to make sure we’re on the same page. Were you expecting fetish porn, too?

People are adorable sometimes.