I’m such a sucker, I can’t make any kind of comments on the intended object of a gum’s attributes or that guy’s book-pages hair, I’m just distracted by how incredibly adorable the chiselbeast is. I want one. I want a plush one and then guard him from all the evil wallpapers around, and then I come home and he’s put all of my long tools and objects with all appropriately-sized lump-shaped objects to make little soldiers defending me from wallpapes. And I’m like “it’s okay C-beast, nobody has had wallpaper in years.”
NAR: Though if your problem is a nagging doorbell, you’ll need the dong-reducing in addition to the ding stuff.
Cold: It took years of searching, but I finally found my commodity: plush chiselbeasts. I’d better start writing the children’s book series now to drum up interest.
It’s kind of funny how “bitten by a radioactive [whatever]” is this blanket, shorthand excuse for a person becoming/having powers of said whatever, despite superhero writers having long since discarded “just radioactive” as a valid backstory. I don’t even think Spider-man was canonically bitten by a (merely) radioactive spider these days.
Everybody’s out here claiming radiation can give you powers, but nobody’s going to bat for the many enhancements that can be brought on by exposure to mustard gas.
Still better than their counterpart product, the dong-reducing gum.
Kiespijn’s ding-reducing gum: CHOOSE PAIN over hearing.
I’m such a sucker, I can’t make any kind of comments on the intended object of a gum’s attributes or that guy’s book-pages hair, I’m just distracted by how incredibly adorable the chiselbeast is. I want one. I want a plush one and then guard him from all the evil wallpapers around, and then I come home and he’s put all of my long tools and objects with all appropriately-sized lump-shaped objects to make little soldiers defending me from wallpapes. And I’m like “it’s okay C-beast, nobody has had wallpaper in years.”
NAR: Though if your problem is a nagging doorbell, you’ll need the dong-reducing in addition to the ding stuff.
Cold: It took years of searching, but I finally found my commodity: plush chiselbeasts. I’d better start writing the children’s book series now to drum up interest.
Plush Chiselbeast sounds like part of that MST3K action hero name running gag
Punt Speedchunk.
It’s kind of funny how “bitten by a radioactive [whatever]” is this blanket, shorthand excuse for a person becoming/having powers of said whatever, despite superhero writers having long since discarded “just radioactive” as a valid backstory. I don’t even think Spider-man was canonically bitten by a (merely) radioactive spider these days.
Everybody’s out here claiming radiation can give you powers, but nobody’s going to bat for the many enhancements that can be brought on by exposure to mustard gas.