I wanted to share a couple of cute photos from some of my recent projects: BUT first read this, â€œGuys, Iâ€™mÂ sick of this. Iâ€™m almost 20 and havenâ€™t been able to score a better job than a cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place thatâ€™ll hire high school graduates. Iâ€™d get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but Iâ€™ve failed every damn test Iâ€™ve ever taken. Iâ€™m socially awkward, even my only other co-worker hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; sheâ€™s athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what itâ€™s like; Iâ€™ve been friend zoned real hard. Sheâ€™s my only real friend, besides this one kid, who Iâ€™m pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess heâ€™s the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all worse is that I live in a pineapple under the sea.â€
I’m still trying to wrap my head around a sponge that talks, lives in a pineapple at the bottom of the ocean, hangs out with some pink blob-like thing, and eats burgers. If you knowÂ what the blob-like pink this is, please message me. Sort of jealous I didn’t grow up with this, although they did miss out on: *He-man (He’s overly masculine, but he’s metro. I’m so confused. Seriously, google an image of him.) *Care Bears *David the Gnome (I owned the books. SooÂ believed they were real.) * Transformers (The movies pale in comparison, if you ask me.) *Thundercats * Garbage Pail Kids *Smurfs *Alf (Sort of like Spongebob, didn’tÂ comprehend what he was but def entertaining) *GI Joe (And knowing is half the battle) *Mr. Belvedere (I want a buttlerÂ so baaaaadly) *Gummy Bears (Talking bears that drink some sort liquid narcotic that makes them bounce off the walls. Literally.) *All things Jim Henson (EspeciallyÂ FraggleÂ rock and the Labyrinth. David Boey was so creepy.) Boom, roasted.
Either way, I sort of want this aquarium.
Â I would make mine larger and buyÂ those little baby sharks. Feed them little cheeseburgers.
I also made these for a special birthday boy.
Â If you are ScandanavianÂ (Norwegian, to be specific) then you must have viking cake pops on your special day.
I filled these little Norse brutes with brownie.
Added to the shop for you viewing pleasure/drooling/ordering convenience. Now excuse me while I pillage the pantry for my next recipe post.