Artist Peter Lenk made this sculpture of Kai Diekmann (heh), who’s the editor-in-chief of a German magazine called Bild. Um, embarrassing! No self-respecting businessman should ever allow himself to be depicted in loafers WITHOUT THE PENNIES. It makes you look poor, and poor people totally can’t afford to get their balls waxed.

Jamie McCartney’s vagina sculpture is supposed to be provocative, but I find it kind of sterile. And by that I mean I know for a fact that trying to covertly impregnate these vajays is an exercise in futility. Although it almost took in Gapey McCaveDweller in row one, column eight. Close it up, wide load! I can see who you had for breakfast!

Be really careful if you use this humping dog soap to wash your kid’s mouth out. It’s a slippery slope from tough love to ruff love, naw meen?

This wallpaper pattern is called Dick Picnic. Cute name, but not really a new concept. I’ve been on a million dick picnics in my life… but then again, I’m kind of a smorgaswhore.

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via Jamie Derringer’s Tweety fingers

This nipple fridge magnet is a good reminder that you’re out of milk.

I don’t want to stare, but I can’t help it. I showed this to a fellow at the office and he said, “her hips look weird…its like the artist tried to slim her up a little and it ended up looking a little off.” How he took his eyes off those hypnotic nips is beyond me…

Mancomb-Seepwood, DeviantART

The ladies of BHG have been in violation of the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy for years now. You didn’t ask, we told…about our squiggy ovaries, overflowing periods, bathroom malfunctions…and then there are the puns. But enough about us, in celebration of this win for human rights, let’s just stare at this guy’s wiener.

There’s only one thing standing between you and some really festive vomit. And it’s not your boyfriend’s uvula-tickling glitter-topped Christmas Day erection. It’s Oreo and Cheez-It holiday bark. It may be delicious, but it’s this sort of reckless dessert making that extincted the dinosaurs.

The Hermaphrodite chair is the seating equivalent of Taylor Momsen: it looks like a rib cage and it’s designed to be straddled.

via Stephanie Fisher

I think this dirty latch-hook pillow is supposed to be a dick and some feet wearing tube socks. Kind of like the latch-hooked pillow I’ve already made of a dick wearing a tube sock. I went through a simultaneously Red Hot Chili Peppers/Old Lady Crafts phase in High School. The 90s really fucked with me, man. Hey, wanna see my decoupaged Dead At 21 keepsake box?