And by that I of course mean Skittles. Think of how many Skittles you could cram into that thing!
Further commentary on this shirt has been withheld for fear of getting scooped up by a Spinning Pile Driver.
I've always been something of a "floating bone" person myself.
Somehow I don't think this is the interpretation Sanrio was going for.
Because who wouldn't want to feel the cold arachnoid embrace of an Alien all day and night?
Colonial Medical Assisted Devices would have you believe that their deodorizing pads will help you with your gas leaks. All we know is that it'll definitely look like you have some extra junk in your behind - if you know what we're getting at.
UGH I CAN FEEL IT CRAWLING AND I'M JUST LOOKING AT A COMPUTER MONITOR WHAT IS GOING ON.
And can I do it all while looking like Lara Croft? Really? I can? Sweet.
Judging by the last load of laundry we saw, I'd say she's lost weight. Congrats!