Northern lights and sleepless nights

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Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Christmas is Coming...

And what better way to celebrate the season of peace and goodwill than by terrifying the living crap out of the kids by giving them a wooden chest with a severed deer's head in it.

Maybe the shop in question is trying Mafia-style tactics, as in;

'buy stuff from us if you don't want to find a severed deer's head in your bed one of these days.'

5 comments:

nitebyrd said...: OH! MY! GODS! That is really, really creepy!; 5:46 PM
Mr MD said...: It builds character. Bwahahahahahaha!; 6:21 PM
Phone Sex said...: It is obvious that if such a dependence does exist, it would not be of the sort that exists between material bodies; 3:05 PM
Mrs Discontented said...: Oh God! What were they thinking?!; 10:31 PM
Fat Controller said...: Nitebyrd: Creepy was my initial reaction.

Mr M.D. Yup, they breed tough little vikings over here.

Phone Sex: Agreed. I believe the pygmies have the same problem.

Mrs D. Beats me. We're sticking with Christmas trees and Thomas the Tank Engine.; 9:58 AM