I had an idea for a t-shirt and it’s terribly stupid. And, even though it is horribly punny, and I should be embarrassed by the idea itself, I feel the need to point out that this is just a rough mock-up.
I had an idea for a t-shirt and it’s terribly stupid. And, even though it is horribly punny, and I should be embarrassed by the idea itself, I feel the need to point out that this is just a rough mock-up.
Arrrggghhhh.
In the best sense of the word.
I had to release it into the wild or I would never be free of it.
I love it. peepy. Plus it just made me laugh uncontrollably for a second, because my computer was really slow to get to the comments and so I had to sit and stare at the chick drawing for extra long and it made me crack up.
So basically it was a Stockholm Syndrome situation. That works, I’ll take it.
I love it.
Have you seen this?
http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/magazine/rules-for-peeps-diorama-contest/2012/01/20/gIQA6qKtzQ_story.html
Oooh, there’s a Batman and Robin one!
*facepalm*
I understand and am used to it.
I can tell Jenkins worked very hard on that.
Jenkins did the peep, Ed did the watch.
I love peeps. But I have to have them so stale their little peep heads crunch and pop off their stale little bodies. Sometimes that takes weeks and weeks.
I feel like this may be the key to understanding you as a person.
I “like” peeps in the sense that I am compelled to eat them, and then I can feel my brain and body going, “are you insane!?”
My secretary is the same exact way about the peeps. I will bring her the ones my hubs inevitably will get me for Easter even though he knows I hate them, and she will let them sit for weeks before eating them. I say gross either way.
I’d totally wear that!
And I will be sure to tell my husband that!
Peeps are the worst. No matter what anyone says. There’s this joke about two sausages in a frying pan that is so stupid but whenever I try to say it I cant even get through it because I’m laughing so hard. Or when I photoshop the eyebrows off of my friends and then upload them to Facebook. I think I’m effing hilarious. And I am about the only one. My husband likes to remind me with his cold cold silence that I really am not as funny as I think I am.
I think these checks and balances are important in a marriage.
I was attempting to read the tshirt logo and I noticed that I was being hypnotized…
nice blog though, think I will look around…or was I just hypnotized to think I want to look around?
Hypnotized or not, I’m glad you’re here!
That was funny! (Punny, too!)
Thanks, Jo!
Would I buy it for myself? No. But I’m a snob and a robot and kind of a jerkhole.
I’m a better friend, so I would purchase 3 of them from you. One of each daughter.
Oh, I wouldn’t wear it either. I’m very very picky and don’t really like writing on my shirts – it causes people to read them.
I don’t like clothing with writing on it, either. Only worn in the comforts of home. And I love humor like this. Tom is just jealous he didn’t think of this.
Here’s a good one-One of my gym teachers in middle school-badly dressed even back then-used to have a sweatshirt with a cartoon of a stressed out looking bunny on it. Underneath the bunny read the hilarious line of “Oh no! ANOTHER gray hare!!!”
Ha! That sounds like a shirt you should wear when you’re in Granny K mode.
Where oh where is your zazzle store, lady? Seriously. That is comic gold right there!!
Very very punny. Or is that bunny? Now I’m confused. And getting a little peepy, um sleepy. 🙂
Confused and sleepy was the reaction I was going for.
Maybe if I can convince Tom to clean up my scrawl it’ll be in a future Zazzle store for everyone to shake their head at.
I like it. And I consider myself a connoisseur of the pun art form.
Thank you, kind sir.
Peeps are icky. That shirt, however, is golden.
Thanks! Peeps are everywhere right now, icky-ness abounds.
Peeps make good s’mores. I like toasting them over a gas burner and watching them turn black (which is how I like my marshmallows in s’mores). And now you have a little insight into my twisted psyche.
Peeps s’mores, that’s very interesting. Maybe I’ll try it some time if I end up with some peeps.
I’d buy it.
Thanks, Thoughtsy!
LOVE THIS!!! This must be a t-shirt. Which, I would wear every damn day!
I need Tom to clean it up for me in his fancy picture programs. And for him to eat crow. Or a peep.