Monday, February 20, 2012

Comfort in the fact Scotland is also sick & twisted….

If you have read The Bloggess, you know that a majority of people from Texas like dead animals. (The good thing about the internet is the ability to make up facts and pass them off as real science).

In a mostly OK way. Kind of in the same way that it’s OK to dress live animals in things. For instance, there is probably very little in this world that can come close to being as gut-wrenchingly hilarious as a cat in a turtleneck sweater.

Not in a necrophilia kind of way…I think…although to be fair I’d probably still read her. I don't keep my internet standards high for a reason. 

Nor in a ‘Go out and kill it so you can then stuff it and dress it up…’ kind of way. In which case I would stop reading her…because I love animals. There is no harm in being completely contradictory when it comes to morals and standards.

I have to admit, I did honestly think this phenomenon was restricted to the southern United States. And probably Alaska….they do weird shit up there.

And then I went to St. Andrews on the weekend.
Here. In Scotland.

You know that place where the future KING AND QUEEN met? And went to school? Where all the rich people live and everything is coated in diamonds and glitter? That place.

Into probably the oddest shop one could go into and have it not involve pleather & lube, or hydroponics surrounded by hemp clothing and pipes. 

And I found the following things that, to be honest….confuse me.

I don’t want to like them. Because HELLO dead baby animals.

But then…disturbingly appealing as well.

I’ve also been informed with grave seriousness by Monkey that under no circumstances will I ever allowed to begin collecting dead baby animals dressed up and posed in wondrous ways.
And he did that with JUST HIS EYES

You're welcome world.




Ahhh, hello my Russian super-good-deal new wife....I see you have arrived finally.


Why the fuck am I wearing these shoes? Why the fuck don't I have hands? 

WHO USED MY BATHMAT?! Can't a duck just have a tug without having to clean up first? HONESTLY.
You know, come to think of it he doesn't really look like me does he.....
Nervous raccoon has ingested too much caffeine. 


8 comments:

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Brooke said...

I find it infinitely hilarious that Facebook just blocked me from linking this post to my Giant's wall. Apparently Facebook deems you to be involved in some sort of taxidermy baby animal spam.

Just so's you know.

Holly said...

Ugh, I know. It's a major twitchy issue for me. I'm apparently all spammy.

What I've had to do is go to the Facebook page, click on it from there....and then use the link that has the networkedblogs in the html.

Burn them all I say.

Hx

Brooke said...

I also complained to them about it for you. Which was nice, because I got to say "It escapes me how a blog post about baby taxidermy animals in wacky poses could possibly be perceived as spam." This made me smile and hopefully it's somewhat amusing to the Facebook employee who gets it.

Holly said...

That was most excellently sweet of you and hopefully combined with the complaint I sent before (threatening disembowelment and Bieber on a neverending loop) they will FIX MY SHIT.

Hx

Brooke said...

You threatened disembowelment AND Bieber on a neverending loop and they STILL didn't fix it?

Facebook employees clearly have no souls.

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